Fun and buying and selling property weren't the sort of things that Severus generally included in the same sentence, but he was feeling strangely willing to attempt the novel, this evening. He arched an eyebrow at her, though, as the board folded itself into its box and floated back to its place on one of the shelves behind his desk. "Not actual cars, of course? We've had quite enough of those, I think. The Willow makes short work of them. I would hate to have to extricate any more third-years."