Pete graced William with a rude, pointed gesture; that was tiring, so he tossed his magazine back into the drawer and sighed, blowing away bangs that no longer existed with a resigned gust of air.
"Fine. Research." Not that he wasn't really stoked on the research coming to fruition, he was, really, really was. But it didn't mean he had to enjoy the process. "And they did no such thing. They did attire themselves like nubile island girls and serenade an entire pub in Diagon Alley, though."