“Oi, brilliant costumes mates,” Tom beamed as he strode down the stairs towards the other two.
“You know boys,” Bill said as he followed behind Tom, “I would ask how you got in here, but I think I know,” he eyed Tommy.
“Bill,” Foozle clasped the Weasley by the shoulder, whispering low and serious, “ye canna be implyin’ something unseemly aboot the foonder o yuir awn hoose?”
“I would never do that,” Bill winked, “Besides it…” he stared at Foozle’s muzzle, “Is that real?”
Fooze stood back with mock incredulity. “Well, it’s no a prop, mate.”
“Aye. He’s a real wolf, that Foozle. Be glad yuir wee sister innit old enough tae attend school.”
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