"No gathering for me," Rus tells him cheerfully. "That's where I learned to hunt and track. I spent a great deal of time as Robin Hood."
"I was thinking fangs," he feels compelled to confess. "Sort of a were-bear."
"I don't think there were traces. There were just too many wands and no way to keep track of them all properly. Besides, if there were traces, we would have been caught a good deal sooner than we were." He rolls his eyes. "Swotty little git." He punches Sev affectionately on the arm.
"It wouldn't hurt to ask," Rus shrugs. "Since your customers and theirs don't really cross, they wouldn't be losing any business."
"I could always change something into an ostrich," he muses. "Transfiguration was my weakest subject though. Severus!" Rus grabs his arm, shaking with suppressed laughter. "Lets do Mosmodre! Just for a moment!"