"That wouldn't be that hard." Gilderoy spoke slow and careful, trying to contain how he felt about what just happened... did he just set a bee on fire? Why? He -- It was still alive? Crikey, that must have stung. Why not just smush him? Well. Cleaner. He supposed.

"Well. Yes. I-- erm, God." What did he even say now? "Well, you are getting good at your spells, aren't you?"