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Sameth is in a nearby chair eating some wizarding candy and trying to figure out how it works.

He hasn't had much luck and one of his chocolate frogs has escaped and is hopping straight towards Urquhart, "Careful."

Urquhart looks up.

"Do we need my dog to hunt that thing?" he says.

The frog doesn't need to be hunted as it's heading right for Urquhart's face and Sam shifts down in his seat,

"Um, no."

Urquhart catches the thing with his hand, where it wiggles.

"It's, erm, hard and -- melty?" he says.

"It's made of chocolate from the Wizarding World. You can have it,"

Sam doesn't really want it now and he's trying to sound serious but it's a chocolate frog.

Urquhart holds it in his hand. It's wiggling.

"I eat a live frog made of chocolate?" he says.

"Yes, it still wiggles a bit when you eat it but it's all chocolate. I haven't figured out the spell yet."

"I don't know that I want to eat anything that still wiggles..." Urquhart muses.

"But it's chocolate. I've got some canary creams as well."

"They're canaries made of cream?" Urquhart guesses.

He looks at the slightly melty chocolate thing in his hand, then decides it's not offputting enough to not eat it, and takes a bite.

The wiggling stops.

"Good chocolate!"

"Oh no, just good chocolate creams,"

He digs out the box of chocolates he got as a gift from Scorpius and offers one to Urquhart. This is one spell he also wants to figure out, but first he wants to see what happens.

Urquhart first finishes the chocolate frog first, then takes a canary cream chocolate.

Sam patiently waits, he's had some of the magical chocolate explained to him and tried them out on himself but never seem them happen to someone else. Hopefully Urquhart won't be too angry about briefly being a small yellow bird.

No, Urquhart turns into a rather large yellow canary, which is not a very tenable shape to have when you're slouching on a sofa.

The big bird flaps its wings, and tweets in a very confused way.

Sam laughs and says between his laughter, "Give it a few moments and you'll turn back."

The large yellow bird is flailing on the sofa, and screeching unhappily.

There is a little black cat on the rafters who boldly creeps closer, staring down at the gigantic prey in fascination.

"Myrrh, you're not to eat that bird since he's going to be a man again soon, but you can try and catch it,"

He feels certain Teja would approve of this plan.

The cat, bold as brass, pounces on the big yellow bird several times her size. Feathers are flying, and the bird is hopping and flailing, squawking.

He'd fly, but he doesn't know how to.

Sam laughs at the impressive fight and offers Myrrh a few suggestions and says,

"I'll buy you a drink later, Urquhart, I promise."

The bird screeches again, more feathers fly, turning into a storm of yellow fluff.

The, Urquhart is himself again, and Myrrh is sitting triumphantly in the middle of a veritable sea of yellow.

While Sam can't breath for laughing at the sight of them both.

"What in blazes was that?" Urquhart says.

Myrrh mewls, innocently. It wasn't her that unfeathered the giant yellow bird, was it?

"A canary cream as the wizards make them. Come over here, Myrrh and I'll get you some fish,"

He offers his hand to Myrrh and tells a rat to get some treats for Myrrh and a drink for Urquhart.

Myrrh proudly spits a great mouthful of yellow feather at Sameth's feet, as a gift.

Urquhart chuckles. "Whiskey, please," he adds to the rat. "A good one. I can use it."

"You're a very good hunter,"

Then he leans down to pick Myrrh up so she can sit on his lap.