Michael wasn't too fond of 'Mikey-Wikey' or 'Corny' as Terry had tried, but he didn't let his other friend see that he minded. It was a perfect dupe.
The blue-eyed male gave a sigh, "I know, but you've made so much progress. I'm so proud," he said with the shining adoration of a mum who successfully potty trained her child.
"Yeah, orbs. They spoke about it briefly in the Prophet. Each displaced have a shiny orb somewhere near them when they wake up. But no one's said anything about figuring them out." Pulling a crumpet from the bag, Michael bit into it, sans jam.