"Don't worry," Al told the cardboard box in his hands as he trudged up the steps of Hogwarts. "We're just going to visit another library for awhile. You'll like it. It's got bookworms."
The box rustled with the fury of seven spoiled spiders locked up without suitable warning.
"James will be home soon, and I don't want to be anywhere near my bedroom when he comes knocking after seeing the newspaper. And I wouldn't leave any of you behind to face him either. Trust me. You don't want to be caught in the fallout range of that explosion."
Al peered at Septimus' leg that poked through the top of the box and twitched.
"Yes, indeed. I do hope he has a habit of reading the fine print. In any case, it will be epic."