Resuming the memory, I barely paid attention to the conversation that was happening. I was more focused on the occupants that met with Mr. Ogden. The one who opened the door instantly had Ogden at wand and knife point. He honestly looked like a farmer with his overalls and dingy white shirt. "Hissy, hissy, little snakey, slither on the floor you be good for Morfin or he’ll nail you to the door," he spoke in Parseltongue. I could tell there was magic involved in those words, but I couldn’t depict it properly. I only taught myself the language. It wasn’t one that I gained through being an Archfey. So the magic was lost on me.