"Yes, yes," Heath nodded. "I know, I'll have to, won't I? Ah well, I'm just too tired to deal with it tonight..." he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No, you may not sit on Jake, just look after him, and you'll do just that unless you want me to magic your hands so you can't let go," Heath added sternly. "Now, since he plays Quidditch, I'll just ban him from entering that shop in Diagon Alley... and you'll have to go get his broom for him."

Kids... Tsk.

Hmmmm, well there's a hole through my right earlobe, Jake thought to himself, thinking a little. "Nope," he replied... Technically it wasn't a cut, right? Right! "Can I go to bed now... or something... and talk to dad tomorrow?"