"You are bad at it. It would have to rhyme with Randy." Harry shrugged. "I guess I win the Kewpie doll." He saw the burns from the circle, flinching slightly, his left hand slipping behind himself to hide his own burn scars.
The way Walter changed from one aspect to another was smooth, like one of Molly's veils. Apparently the man could still work his magic even inside the binding. Harry was doubting it would hold him for very long. But that was no reason to listen. No reason to listen to reason at all.
He didn't like bullies. Never had. "Sorry. My doc said I'm not allowed to play with magic runes. It's in my chart. If I follow his directions, I can get an extra cookie at meds check."
(ooc: sadly, Harry is EXACTLY the type to taunt some big scary powerful mofo to the point where said big scary powerful mofo wants to kill Harry. It's how he deals with being scared. /facepalm)