Conall's laugh echoed off the limestone walls at the sight of the man (possibly the most obnoxious of the group) turned to a cat. Good. Maybe he'd say fewer stupid things.
From a safe distance, Conall peered at the organs stuffed in the first - canopic, had the boy said? - jar, and raised an eyebrow at the pup who wanted to look in the others. "I say we toss the cat in his jar, and be on our way," Conall said, deadpan, jerking his head down the hallway. He'd never have done such a thing, particularly not to a real cat. But they didn't need to know; and the rules need not apply to brainless idiots. (He almost hoped Auror Pup would touch the dog jar, now.)
From a safe distance, Conall peered at the organs stuffed in the first - canopic, had the boy said? - jar, and raised an eyebrow at the pup who wanted to look in the others. "I say we toss the cat in his jar, and be on our way," Conall said, deadpan, jerking his head down the hallway. He'd never have done such a thing, particularly not to a real cat. But they didn't need to know; and the rules need not apply to brainless idiots. (He almost hoped Auror Pup would touch the dog jar, now.)
