Alex laughed. "The whole thing? Or just the fiction? And more importantly, did he smell like sardines? Because that's just nasty."
Alex straightened, pulling his feet out of the aisle for a gaggle of what looked like third year girls, giggling and sharing out sweets and Quidditch cards.
"Dunno if I could deal with hallucinations. Worked at Dad's shop the last few days. It's weird enough."