"Who's there?!" He demanded loudly, "If you've come to finish me off, I'll have you know I've my wand at the ready!"

Still lying flat on his back, he quickly patted at the pocket where he normally stored his wand. Empty. Damn it all! He'd forgotten that he'd dropped it when the dog had attacked him in the kitchen. There was no way he could mange to cross the flat without being seen, and then he'd certainly be done for. It was better to put on a brave front and hope that would scare what was undoubtedly the other half of whatever mad robbing murder-team this was.