"Well, then you'll fit in just right," she reassured him, patting his arm as they walked. "And I don't think that you can move as easily. Lots of cameras. Even wizards started learning what cameras and CCTV were in my time. Did I say my time? I don't think so. I'm from 2028. I'm a Quidditch player. Kick arse player."
She sighed. "Well... hopefully with this potion, the werewolf can stay asleep and you can stay in control."
She nodded in understanding. He looked tired. "Now, you can come inside and maybe get some decent sleep tonight. Warm at least." Even with warming spells, it was bloody cold.
"Oh love, I planned to. I really meant it when I said that they need to be incinerated. Fire is the only thing that will save them," she said, chuckling. "It sounds like you had fun that night, although big or not-" She shivered. "I like my pools to be carefully checked if there are that many people in there. Still, you can go if you like. After you shower properly. Poor house-elves would have to scrub that thing from top to bottom otherwise."