I wondered about drawing the curtains, then remembered there was nobody to see me, other than the hens, which were huddling out of the wet, grumpily shaking drops from their feathers.
" Put down your weapons, " the Buddha ordered the thunder gods, " and tell the Great Sage to come and talk to me." After receiving the message, Monkey walked cantankerously over to the Buddha.
" What? What is it? Who are you? What do you want? " he cried in a high-pitched, querulous voice, looking first at Hermione, then at Ron, and finally at Harry, upon which his mouth fell open in a perfect, comical O.