Malcolm fretted, "Look, Father is not going to be pleased to find some scrubber in the house. You can't bring birds back here." Heavy footfalls echoed down the hall. In a panic, Malcolm grabbed Hermione's upper arm. "You need to hide." He shoved her into the bathroom. He shut the door, blocking it with his body. "The girls spent the entire trip shopping and partying at inappropriate places. We left with no serious prospects. He's on the warpath."