“DARWIN!”

The house almost shook with the force of Emiline’s shout, as her brothers voice did when he answered her.

“Uh… yes?”

“WHAT IS THIS?” She held up a seemingly purple ball of fluff, anger flashing across her eyes. Darwin was just glad she wasn’t a witch, and therefore couldn’t have accidentally killed him right then.

“It’s a Pyg-”

“I’ll tell you what it is! It’s alive! And it bit me!” she raged, her hands shaking, causing the Pygmy Puff to fall from her grasp. Darwin dove to catch it.

“Paul doesn’t like Mugglies.”

Not strictly true; just mean Muggles.