"When were you thinking?" they were briefly interrupted by a gnome careening straight into Harry’s head, nearly knocking his glasses from his face ("Sorry Uncle Harry!!") - he wrestled briefly with the little bastard before he finally untangled its fingers from his hair and threw it as far away from himself as he could, "I think we should diffindo them and be done with it," Ginny muttered darkly, "Let’s see them find their way back with no head," he looked at her reproachfully when she fired an especially sharp looking fork after the gnome that had been in his hair - it let out a tiny howl of outrage.