I gave up on the spell. "Augh! I can't do it!"
"Try you must, young padawan," Harry told me, grinning like a loon. "Do it again."
I glared at him. "Star Wars again. Can't you reference something else?"
He blinked. "There's something else to reference?"
"Star Trek," I suggested.
"Hey! Don't say that while in my house!" he chided me in mock anger.
I grinned. Then I opened the trapdoor and yelled up, "Thomas! Which is better, Star Trek or Star Wars?"
"I think you're both geeks," the answer floated down.
I looked at Harry. "He may have a point."
