"What do you mean, not all of them are that slow? Is it because of those castors that seem to have held this puppet back?" asks Draco. A hoarse tone runs through his words, and he watches Albus with a strangely intent look in his eyes, as if he actually craves this information. It is an irritating sight and Scorpius, his mind still on Avery, frowns. "Perhaps we should cast more protective spells."