Dave smirked and flicked his wand at the pile. "Incendio!" And oh, there was something so fucking gratifying in saying it. The embers leapt from the end of his wand and into the pile, taking root in the flammable asscheeks of the freaky technicolor smuppets. He knew what they were made of - he'd shredded enough of them in his time. A pile this big? Yeah, it'd last an hour or three.

Once he was sure that they were burning, he sat down just close enough to be still in the circle of light, casting lumos again until the fire got big enough to light up the room.