The mug was now on the table and Vindictus shook his head.

Why is he talking like that?

"Me hearties would've...!"

Suddenly, his hand flew up to his mouth and he stared at Simon.

STARE.

And he shook his head.

Twice.

The House Elves in the kitchen MUST have done something to the hot cocoa.

Slowly, he lowered his hand. "Um, practice is going good," Vindictus finally said. "No problems."

Hesitation.

"The cocoa. I should go speak to the House Elves about this."