So what's all this about Macnair going mental? And playing pipes? I mean, Macnair?! Pipes?

And he seemed like he was in a pretty good mood this afternoon. He got the elves to lay out a really wizard spread of cakes and sweets and stuff. I brought some of the leftovers down with me, and they're not from Harrows or wherever in New London, but they're really good!

So he really went shouty crackers at you, then?