Wasn't the gospel number in the swamp awesome?!?! And have you noticed that in Disney movies all the good guys are drawn with curves and all the bad guys with angles?
"Or at least dyed his hair," Rus agrees with a grin. "White blond is a dead giveaway." He shoots Sev a sly look. "Something nasty in their tea perhaps? I always did think Flitwick should have been tied to his chair." Now he shrugs. "Little monsters most of them," he says with some asperity. "Yellow, wasn't it?" he arches an eyebrow.
"Well I didn't mean you, so don't get your knickers in a twist. And what did the four of them ever amount to, I'd like to know. You're smarter than all of them put together!" He gives Sev a friendly buffet on the shoulder. Rus listens, nodding and frowning. "That certainly sounds workable," he says reasonably. "Suspended of course when I have something on." Rus perks up a bit. "Dickens maybe?"
"You get to bite people," Rus points out, still stubborn. "And if you can find me a book, I'd like that. Besides, how do you know all that?"
Another jab, accompanied by a glare. "'Course we must," Rus insists. "How'll we get our money otherwise?" He's slurring just a bit more now, enjoying himself immensely.