Lord Borr gave his Boy Scout a wink. "Don't you think you should be off doing some scouting? The day is wasting and every minute we leave these boys out in the world, is a minute lost!" Lord Borr stood to see the boy out, paying the house elf little attention. He shoved it out of the way with his good knee and opened the Lounge door. "If you see Ignatius Potter," Lord Borr hissed, "you let him know that I'm waiting for my cane. You let him know that ole Berty doesn't forget." Lord Borr tapped his sweaty forehead with his clammy forefinger. His stomach gave a twitch that everyone within a mile radius could have heard.

Lord Borr's bowels were not accustomed to the new food. He rested his hands on his belly.


"Kingston - use your handkerchief to run that elf off. Elves should be SEEN and not HEARD. They should not stand around gawking. Run him out of here and I think we'll call it a day."

A hiss escaped Lord Borr's lips. He stood up straight as a stick, holding his in belly... and other things. "Yes. Definitely be calling it a day boys. Off with you. Off." Sweat was pouring off of Lord Borr and his stomach was rolling like an avalanche.