[Waver grins, nearly into his scarf before he realizes that's a one way route into muffling his voice.]

I certainly wouldn't refuse the offer. This weather's unseaonable, from what I can tell, and I'm worried it'll mess with growing seasons even more than past events will.

[He's known about the Jabberwock's ability to cause famine for some time now, since Lancelot was kind enough to give him a book on the subject. In weeks and months to come, he'd have to start looking into how to undo that damage, but for now, well, property was the primary concern.

Padfoot causes Waver to crouch down, and hold a hand out to be inspected properly.]

By the by, who's your friend here?