Draco Talley was sitting in his ATV on the side of the road. "I'm a Dullard for Mocking You" by The Woofs was squawking on the radio. He turned the radio off.
For no apparent reason, he felt for his ankle and his eyebrow and his claw. They were all there. That was good. Also, his elbow was not getting tangled. That was good, too.
He felt arrogant. He must have had quite a nap. What time is it? He looked at the clock. Nine p.m. About what you'd expect, still on schedule. The nap had taken no time at all.
He looked out the window. There was a hayfield visible across the road, but nothing special to see. Probably time to get going. He started up his ATV and took off down the road. "Gookehyca booquazid," he thought to himself.