“You’re too late! TOOOOO LATE!”

As obvious as they were, the cackles of the Azkaban escapees were taunts that Fletcher couldn’t resist. “Too late for what?”

“E v e r y t h i n g,” cackled the escapee with the worst teeth, breaking out into a classic villain laugh.

“You need to see a dentist, mate," Fletcher snickered back. "Right, lemme help you save your spit for the tooth fairy." He cast a nonverbal silencio toward the prisoners he had already rounded up. These escapees needed to get back to Azkaban before they egged him into doing something stupid.