What was taking so long? Surely there wasn't anything in the universe that could take this long.
"Ma'am, can you hear me? I just want one muffin." repeated Neville again, holding up one finger.
The old lady behind the counter, who smelled strongly of pumpkin pies and cats, replied, "What was that?"
Neville rolled his eyes and held up the one finger,"One...," here he pointed underneath the glass, "muffin...please."
A sudden look of understanding went to her eyes, and she began to wobble back towards the muffins.
Neville heard the sighs of people around him. He couldn't help but join in.
He looked at the window, and saw, not his Patronous, but a real beagle running into a pond to catch a frisbee.
He smiled. Loyal to the end.
"There you go, buddy." said the old lady as she handed the muffin to him with feeble, old, hard-worked hands.
He smiled. "Thanks."
He went outside to enjoy his muffin, even though he knew he should stay inside. But on a day like this? Bring it on, Voldie.
As if some mystic power had heard his words, it began to rain.
Crap, back to the cage.
About to open his room door, he saw it already was.
Creaking it open with caution, he saw somebody he was expecting to see.
Though not today.
"JUST LOOK AT THIS ROOM! WHY I AUGHT-TA!"