Victor: What the shit, Jenny?
Victor: What is even happening here?
me: It’s Beary Potter. Obviously.
Victor: *sigh* And why – and I already regret asking this – why is he holding your great aunt’s raggedy-ass coat collar?
me: That’s his patronus. Foxy Brown. And he resents being called “raggedy.”
Victor: This is exactly why the aliens won’t talk to us.