[he blinks a few times, rapidfire, and continues to drum his fingernails on the table. what had been rhythmless before, picks up a definite tune. it's still chaotic and almost random, but it has a melody.] See, I dunno about that. I've already got something fucking around in my head, should I really let some kid poke around in there with his wand?

I mean, how do I know the little shit won't just give me a Harry Potter style lobotomy?