“I was referring to the fact you’re in a women’s dress shop, not the usual place for a bloke, unless he has a girlfriend, which I know you don’t, or unless he’s a cross-dresser,” I stare at him, and throw out my hip “Are you a cross dresser?”

 Why is it that Teddy or Edward or whatever his bloody name is always seems to be at the very back of every room? Perhaps authority finds his hair offensive, but it still means he’s a bit of a pain in the backside to find.

 “Off to warn lover-boy before the witch-hunt starts?” she guesses, nodding towards the drawing room where Mother and Priscilla can clearly be heard tearing into me.

“Something like that,” I growl, before stomping out onto the street, and down towards the red phone booth.

Teddy Lupin, you are undoubtedly more trouble than your worth.