Morag laughed in surprise. 'Shorter than me? If you're going to hallucinate, dear, try something long and leggy, at least...' She gave him a look that indicated she wasn't quite sure what to do with the only one tail comment. So she shook it off. 'I'm happy that you're finding red hair so attractive, though. I'd hate for you to decide you'd really wanted a blonde. But the cat should definitely have boots. And a big hat with a plume,' she teased.
'I suppose we should be glad of small favors. I don't mind wearing certain shades of green, but I don't want to be green. Nor would that be a good colour for you, I don't think....' She made a face. 'I suppose I should take your word for scratching the things open. Although at this point, it sounds pretty darn attractive.
She frowned, her headache pounding as she tried to puzzle through the flyer and his comment about the Lestranges. 'You don't think....' she started. 'But how? How could they have done this? I mean, I can see the advantage to having us all sicker than dogs, but wouldn't they just infect themselves if they tried to attack? Unless they plan to attack elsewhere so we can't stop them....'