Theo wondered if Harry suffered some kind of disease or something that affected his eyes, apart from the glasses he wore; he was forever rolling and closing them and all in all didn't seem very... relaxed.
Oh well.
"No." he answered, not bothering to even look, standing there with one arm crossed over his other, wand in hand like an artist deciding on where the next lick of paint should go. "But, seeing as you're in such a hurry, therefore counting out the more in-depth diagnostic spells, I was just going to blow the hinges off. But I'm happy to watch you attempt it the Muggle way, if you wanted." The most infuriating thing about the sentence was the utter lack of sarcasm in Theo's tone as he said it.