"Khaat's been rather isolated since this business with the werewolf," Brian said.
"Any woman who survived the mauling James Blood gave her last year has every right to not want to go out of the house again," the bartender said to Brian. "I saw those picture in the Daily Prophet." He looked at James. "Scarred the whole side of her face, her neck, her shoulder, and paralyzed her arm. No wonder she doesn't go out. And no wonder he chases werewolves," he gestured at Brian. "Don't know if I'd be brave enough to do that or not. But then again, I don't know that I'm brave enough to prank Michael Tremaine either."
Brian laughed. "It won't be so bad. All we have to do is not get caught. Let me see now--Snidely? Um...he has two decks of poker cards, I think, but they're well worn. I've heard he plays with the wing chairs and the hall table, but Michael says the hall table cheats--sticks extra cards in its drawer. That usually starts a fight, and, well, I think the cards get more worn from the fighting than the playing.
"You're good on socks? Great. Michael has really irregular sleeping habits, but when he does get a chance to sleep, its fairly sound. Might be able to cast a bit of a sleep spell on him if we need to.
"If we get there towards midnight, Snidely will let the dogs out once more for the night around then. We can bribe the hat rack, and he'll overdose the dogs on socks. They'll go to sleep fat and happy. Then, once Michael is asleep, we should be good. Hopefully. Do you think I missed anything?"