Arthur narrowed his eyes at the object and shook his head vehemently. "I agree with you on this one. I'm not sure I am adequately trained in pixie fighting." He shuddered as the jingle jangling started up again before grabbing a pillow off his bed and shoving down on top of the object with a bit more force than he had intended. "I propose that we go looking around for some books of some sort. Mister Luthor is very intelligent and I would expect him to have some information on this."
He scowled slightly and glared at the red-head. "I don't! Besides, she's much older than me. She's a friend of mine." He frowned at Ron as he walked around his room obviously having a bit of a nosy. "Come with me, then. We can come back here with our food and try to work this out." Arthur said and opened the door to his room, shuffling down the hall without looking back to see if Ron was following. "I hate this modern technology, you know. Victorian England was just dandy without all of this. I can't understand why they need it all."