"The puppets are nothing more than servants," Albus tells them in a low voice. He keeps his eyes on the teacup, his fingers slipping out of his hair to rest his chin. "You'd need a few runes for them to move around and clean the house, for example, but we've gone beyond that." He grimaces, as if it pains him to talk about it. "We can see through their eyes, control them. It was just a hobby project for me, but Avery loved his puppets, and the possibilities this experiment offers are endless."