These muns of ours? See, they want us to believe they don't have a plan. That if they distract us with things of a shiny nature for an extended period of time, guys like us? We won't even notice. And we're [ He motions between the two of them, then puts the knuckles of one hand against the palm of the other. ] meant to be the smart ones! [ He laughs, and as per usual, it's nervous. ] They're cunning. We're talking all Slytherin all the time.

What, this old thing? I could say the same — Fleece?