[Lupin doesn't know much about fae or filial spirits to know the difference, only that magic is magic and he doesn't understand. He eyes Harry carefully, curious, before pulling a long crowbar from a hiding place near the door and stepping through.
The door shuts behind him with a soft click, and he idly twirls the metal tool as a test of the space in the hall. He's grinning the entire time, honestly amused.]
Are you sure you can stand up to this? A crowbar's a crowbar.
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The door shuts behind him with a soft click, and he idly twirls the metal tool as a test of the space in the hall. He's grinning the entire time, honestly amused.]
Are you sure you can stand up to this? A crowbar's a crowbar.