"Well then, I guess Madam Pomfrey was wrong," Rus says happily. "I'd have taken his out too," he shrugs. "If you hadn't gotten him first." He gives Sev an admiring glance. "Maybe made pate or some such."
"I hope so," Rus says fervently. "All out things were spelled for protection." He grins wickedly. "We'd sit around and come up with new ones sometimes." He sobers. "It helped pass the time in Azkaban."
"Yeah?" Rus raises an eyebrow. "What for?"
"How do you know? he demands. "I'll wager you've never tried." He listens to the description of dessert, a dubious expression on his face. "If you make it, I'll try it. But I'm not promising anything."
"Well I'm not going around trying to impress every Tom, Dick and Harry in Margate!" Rus finally snaps. "You!" he whirls and stabs a finger at the two who were watching them earlier. "Play darts with me!" It's an order. "Not me!" One of them answers, while his companion shakes his head vigourously. "But if you're gonna play some more, I'd like to get a bet down." Now his companion nods. "See!" Rus whirls back to Bud. "We're golden. Take it or we leave and start our own game!" He glares down at Bud and Lou, turning a bit to include T1 in the look.
Gotcha! As long as she wins.... And I can just see Rus trying to steal one of Val's feathers for Sev. :D OOH! Going to see Sherlock Holmes tomorrow!!!!!! We can have the gingerbread bodies with the World of Hurt pie! ;)