He hesitates. "When the wig came off or when someone tried to use a hair from it?"
"Well, that's good," he says softly. "Not ideal, but they do try to be well, bodies."
"Well, it didn't work for very long," he comments, edging away slightly in wide-eyed alarm as Rus bows. "Colonization of Britain never does."
Severus nods just a millimeter and briefly, and when his feet are touching the ground again he casts, "Oratio obvolvo," to make their words quiet and just unintelligible to listeners (muffliato was all right for a fifth-year creation, but had definite drawbacks). "Of course he is," he agrees, watching T1's face in the quietly enhanced sheen of a poster, "but what?"