Tim started awake in the dead of the night. He’d not been expecting to be woken up at this, and for a moment or two, he wondered if there were an intruder and sat up quickly, groping for his wand and finding that it wasn’t here, finding that he wasn’t in his bed beneath the ground, that he wasn’t a dog anymore either, and then it all came back to him.
His hand had instantly covered Terry’s mouth and he hushed him, shushing him as much as he could.
“Be quiet,” he breathed, hoping he’d listen, that he’d do as he was asked for a change. “Do you get a kick out of waking me up all the time? First in my office, now here? If you start yelling, keep yelling, you’ll wake everyone else up and they’ll not thank you for that.”