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For a long moment Seamus was speechless, his expression an equal mix of horror and confusion. "A chinchilla, in the West Country, called Mister Bubbles?" he repeated, wondering if Susan had fallen asleep at her desk. "They sound like lunatics." He wasn't sure whether that made them more or less dangerous. Though, if their preferred tactic was to transfigure people into improbable animals it didn't seem like they were too huge of a threat.
When she lay her head down, Seamus patted her bright hair. "Hang on, an alpaca? Where did an alpaca come in?!" He held a hand up to stop Susan before she could answer. "No, no. This sounds like the kind of story you should tell from the beginning, and I think you should save it for Sunday." He waggled his eyebrows at her in a way that was clearly intended to be conspiratorial.
"Me? Not much. Journals work, Dean came by, we ate some of Chef's dodgy cooking." That had been pretty much his day so far, but he was happy with that.