Very dangerous

"When you want to know about faeries," I said, "it's best to ask a faerie. I'm going to call up my godmother and see if she knows anything."
"From what you've told me, isn't that kind of dangerous?"
"Very," I said.
"You're hurt. You should have some backup."
I nodded. "Watch the fort," I said. "Mouse."
The big dog lifted his shaggy head from the floor, ears perked forward, serious eyes on me.
"Come on," I told him. "We're going for a ride."
"Oh, Harry," Thomas said.
"Yeah?"
"Before you go... would you mind if I, uh, helped Butters out by getting his polka contraption loaded up into your trunk?"
"What. You don't like polka?"
Thomas's expression looked strained. "Please, Harry. I like the little guy, but come on."
I rubbed at my mouth with one hand to cover up the smile. "Sure. Probably safest for everyone that way."
"Thank you," he said, and collected the polka suit and brought it up the stairs behind me as I prepared to take a chance on a conversation with one of the more dangerous beings I knew.


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