"It's a release," Rus tells him, intrigued. As far as he's concerned, no further reading needs to be done.
"Wilkes always was terribly impressed with himself." Rus gives him an 'oh really?' look and picks up his darts. Just footling about, he throws them in a star pattern.
"A doxy perhaps," Rus shrugs. "Maybe more than one." He grins; a horde of doxies would do wonders to brighten up the place. "Well, they're taking their own sweet time!" he complains. "Muggles just can't do anything right. It's something wrong with their brains."
Going this weekend, before the crowds get too bad. Bit hectic last two days. Everything back to normal now.