"One is pleasant and relaxing," Rus explains. "The other makes you froth at the mouth, tear your hair out and sob in your beer."
"Sounds good to me," he smirks.
"Ah yes, the lovely bones," Rus sighs happily. "No, I didn't know. Do you mean Knockturn or the Boars Head?"
"Well, you have wards up don't you? I suppose making the place unplottable isn't an option." He shrugs. "You just let me know if anyone bothers you and I'll nail them to the front door. That ought to discourage any mischief."
"You mean," Rus asks, his eyes big with hope, "I can break it later? If I'm good?"
Right. Stripes are teh evol. Well, I didn't like it when they messed up one of the blueberry bushes, but I do enjoy watching them. We feed them in the winter. The cat goes mad when they come to eat. ;) I know, I know. And I also know (deep down) that there aren't any monsters under the bed, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stick my feet out over the edge. Just in case. :)