Rus scowls ferociously. "They used my boots as a dirt box. I'd think Rab put them up to it, but he wasn't that stupid." He grins savagely. "I made that right too."
"And since the bear isn't real," he goes on, more enthusiastic, "it won't be bothered or affected by what it sees. Or whatever."
"Try is the operative word Severus," Rus points out. "They're used to dealing with people they can intimidate into doing what they want." He knows whereof he speaks. "Lockhart, Lockhart? Oh yes!" He looks at Severus, astonished. "Why are you listening to that oik?"
"No, but it's more of a dumb animal now," Rus is still looking for something he can change into fish. "They can't possibly hurt us," he grins at the penguins, who are extraordinarily clumsy on the pavement. "Unless we trip over them."
EEK! That would call for a pillow onna face! Oh good. Everyone can use their new sleds! Well, I was in fourth grade when it happened. No cops were involved. But I got a fat lip. Rus would consider that a very fair return on his investment! :D By the way, Holmes' birthday post is up.