Re: Al, Severus?
Al watched Severus, perfectly calm as he took in the provided information. "Burned down like the Burrow?" he asked and went quiet.
The invisibility cloak slid off one of his shoulders - disembodied arm and disembodied head joined once more - as he shuffled around, recounting his possessions. Glasses. Wand. Memorestore phial. Cloak, borrowed. Underwear with owls, owned. Socks, a pair.
Al summoned back his socks and put them on again, pulling up the left one, then the right one over his shins.
"No, they wouldn't like smoke," he reasoned. "And we left the window open as we left. It would have been counterproductive to shut it." He took a deep breath and stood up, clutching his wand. "I'm going back for my spiders," he announced. "Can they stay with your books?"