It was an odd feeling having a stranger climb into your home via a broken window in the middle of the night. Especially odd was being able to hear the monster dog snuffling around in the bedroom upstairs. He didn't appreciate the command — this was his house, after all — but it made sense. Barnabas sat quietly as his hand was tightly tied with a handkerchief. With that done, he had begun to glance around in search for his wand. Though he likely didn't need to use it on the man, he would still feel much more comfortable if he had a means to defend himself close by.

Distractedly, he answered the man's question with his mouth set into a grim, wide line, "Troll ate it." Unable to see his wand in the dim, he decided to deal with the most important matter at hand. He gestured to the staircase not far from them, "There's a rabid dog ransacking the upstairs - it dove through the window and attacked me! Do you have your wand? Can you call the authorities at once?!" His voice raised in pitch as he began to panic, "I haven't mine! I dropped it in the attack and I have no idea where it's gone!"