"Oh for Christ's sake," Matt said tiredly, holding the cigarette with a look of disapproval. "Is anyone in this country normal? Look, whatever you think, I do live here. With Harry. Potter," he added, in the event that was in question. "I have done for a long time, since I came from the States. With some time away," he added honestly. "I was in Australia this time, and kind of all over the place the last time, but when Harry moved, I moved with him. The house is fucking weird, a bit, but fine. And I got in here with a crazy new invention you may not have heard of - it's called a key. Who are you? And," he added, suddenly realising the main question, "where's Harry?"
He stuck the cigarette back into his mouth and reached for his lighter; fuck whoever this was if he wasn't having that cigarette.