Sitting on his carpet, and seeing everyone still rubbing his lamp, Treyen began to wonder if there was really a genie amongst all the lamps or if Vindictus had been joking all along.

The Bloody Baron! How...ooooh....spooky. Peeves would be a nice addition, and that way Fletcher could understand what he'd been talking all along. Or, well, over the summer, not all along, since he talks a lot about many things.

The Hufflepuff eyed his lamp, he was not rubbing that thing, though he sort of wanted to see inside it. He did fail to notice that while moving his leg he was rubbing the lamp with his robes. He was fully aware of the fact that he didn't want the flying to begin for the first time. He'd always end up feeling too dizzy after the carpets.