Oh wasn't that a great movie?!?! And yes, the voodoo was freaky. Sev can borrow my books if he'd like.
"I like being out in the open," Rus explains further. "Besides, we were in the right; we shouldn't have had to hide." He snorts. "I mean none of the children had any power over you. Not even my nephew, though he probably came closest. Oh yes," he drawls, "Severus Snape, mother's little helper."
"Not if they're done properly by people who know what they're about. I meant I didn't care for the dreamless sleep. Not dreaming...it's does funny things to you."
"Fenrir wasn't friends with anybody," Rus says admiringly. "He didn't have to be. He tolerated me because I think we understood each other." His face sets stubbornly. "Yes I did too!" He sounds remarkably like a small boy. "I still do," he adds.
Rus jabs Sev in the ribs. "Well then," he slurs his words slightly, "we'll just have to show them won't we?" He blinks around at everyone and has another swallow of tea.
No, but given his fondness for torture and killing, he's no doubt been accused of it, though maybe not to his face. Since the two words sound similar, he'd automatically assume, and react accordingly. Perhaps they were trying to scare the snow away by showing it what would happen if it came? I don't like snow blowers either.