But Harry didn't want to think about at the moment, so he drove the thought deep into the recesses of his psyche. He stepped back towards his bathtub, which was nearly full now ... and yelped as something sharp stabbed into the underside of his bare foot. He reached down and picked it up, cursing but curious as to what it was. Or, rather, picked them up ... and scowled viciously as he realised what they were.