I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.

When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.

I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.

But as I have noticed on more than one occaision, life itself is unfair, and there is no complaint department, so we might as well accept things the way they happen, clean up the mess, and move on.

And I was having too much fun to stop now.

In that tremendous flash of freedom, on my way to do The Thing for the first time, sanctioned by Almighty Harry, I receded, faded back into the scenery of my own dark self, whole the other me crouched and growled. I would do It at last, do what I had been created to do. And I did.

I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?