"No," Rus says flatly. "They don't. The only reason they do is because it's always been done. I reckon they'd find someone else quick enough if they had to. And who says he has to be British?" He gives Severus a strange look. "Crumple-horned nargles? Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink?"
"I'll drink to that!" Rus suits action to words.
AH! But don't forget- he came back! Potter is just moldering dust now. And I'm sure he's never looked better!" He shakes his head grinning. "Nah! Girls fight dirty." He speaks from years of personal experience. After all, if you play with the Blacks and object to insanity, you ought to take your toys and go home. Or more likely, have your head handed to you in your hat. "They never bothered me," he points out. "Not while we were at school."
"What? From this lot?!" Rus looks around the pub. "If a dragon appeared in the middle of the place they likely wouldn't notice. Or chalk it up to sunspots or some such thing."
Much like Clue. ;) I don't watch movies to analyse them. I just watch and enjoy them. Ah, then you have missed out on the sublime weirdness that characterises French Stewart. And I may have gotten my timeline mixed. I can't remember if my Rus was at school with the Marauders or not.