"Yeah, I don't really got... Any stone dogs, really." Sam felt that no stone dog was the correct amount of stone dogs, but he had a feeling Harry agreed with that sentiment, so there was no need to add salt to the wound. He closed his door and then decided to lock it. It was a bit of an act of rebellion, Bobby would have never allowed him to lock his room when company was over.

But he was an adult, so ha! He glanced at the posters of Spike and Kurt and grinned, walking over to the bed to join Harry on it. He sat down next to him and shrugged. "I think it was the attitude more than the hair-colour."