He stared at me. ‘Wh-what did you say?’ ‘A stuffed animal, man!’ I roared at him. ‘Don’t mess with a wizard when he’s wizarding!’ I let out a cackle that threatened to bring the wild hysteria that still lurked inside of me back in full force, and banished it with a ferocious scowl. Poor Rudolph bore the brunt of both expressions, got a little more pale than he already was, and took a couple of steps back from me.
