Ron blinks at the many rather large, gray spray cans Mayumi had stuffed inside her muggle suitcase, which had the word 'Raid' written across them in bold. He glances at the girl, who shrugged.
"Precautions." She said with a mysterious smile.
"...In that case," Ron gulped, remembering the girl's erriely accurate predictions last year, "May I borrow one?"