Nathaniel didn't understand what was happening. The Portkeys were going mad. Like.. CRAZYmad. Now seriously.. what was going on? WHOSE paperweights were they? Nasty little blighters they were, though. All clawing and such. Which drongo chose to buy them as paperweights? They weren't very nice, were they? No. Not very.

He slumped into a seat and scratched his ankle, exposing bright yellow and orange socks underneath a grey suit. He yawned.

"So Mr. Recard, has the situation been handled?" As in, have the animals been exterminated?