"A lighter?" Draco hissed at him, not moving from his designated safe spot. "What - actually, I don't care. Why is it that I am stuck here with you lot, with enchanted furniture running about, and no one has a bloody wand? No one believes that story about Stuff."

The not-gentle scuttling sounds of the table seemed to be drawing nearer. "You're a Muggle - use an axe!"