“Don’t get to cuddly with them.” Asha advised with a snort of laughter. “ ‘Spect they won’t like that too much.”

Fly was one way to put it. The venture itself had hardly seemed more than three days (although Asha rather had lost count of time in the casino pyramid thing) but they’d been told it had been a month. He was still trying to wrap his head around that one. “You could say that. I work for the Prophet. Photographer.” He explained. It was still a shame that his camera had broken for the Prophet would have paid a handsome sum for photos of the venturers. Granted if his camera hadn’t broken would he still have gone? He liked to think he might have simply to get the photos, but he honestly wasn’t real sure. Perhaps if he hadn’t gotten stuck in Hogsmeade in the first place he might not have, but, well knowing what he did now he certainly felt he might avoid such ventures going forward.