"Oh, naturally," he replies with bland urbanity, leaving the if you think you can get past my wards unsaid. The way to win the game at a stroke is to not get caught up in it.
"And of course they weren't," he says firmly. "Except for them themselves, of course, and they're all tightly leashed."
"Dragons are overrated anyway. Attractive, of course, and very useful sources, and naturally quite magnificently dangerous, but what a lot of fuss over what is essentially a giant, evil-tempered, scaly cat with far less utility than a familiar and far less intelligence than a kneazle. The most sun-baked boa constrictor is cannier and more genial. I've never understood Ollivander's obsession with them." A beat. "Hagrid's I understand: he's mad."
"Ah! You refer to 90% of the general population."
"...You want to haunt them?" he asks dubiously, adding lightly as they step through the door, "Are they really not calling us back? How droll. Shall we really find a board game, or what?"
Or trying to find it... Is an ugly thing, kitty jealousy! Also is an ugly thing, the cat bed, but it has a very cushy bottom and a hood, and kitty vision should just see khaki green as a neutral color. I loved Stardust. And Good Omens, of course. I tried to talk about the latter at a party recently, and the fella wanted to tangent into serious apocalit and thought Crowley was either THE devil or the Crowley named Alastair. 9.9 If you can figure out how they do that cake batter ice cream, it can still start a project for ya! :D