"Yes, it's usually the things juggled that explode," Sirius agreed. "On the other hand, considering what trouble the Niffler handlers were having, I'm not sure I'd be surprised."
The cacophony of a collapsing tent and rising oaths interrupted Sirius, and he stared at it. "What the hell is wrong with everyone? Do you think it's some sort of epidemic? A new strain of gremlin? I haven't seen any."