rolls his eyes, cutting into his steak with exaggerated precision His name is Snape. He's our head of house. And you've threatened to lose your mind every week since first year.

Because he's got a personal vendetta against me.

without looking up from his phone You called his robes "bat-wing chic" last Tuesday.

It was a compliment.

snorts Sure. And the time you asked if he'd ever considered a career as the Hogwarts Express's new ghost?

smirking Or when you enchanted his quill to write everything backwards.

That was Lorenzo's idea!

grinning brightly And it was brilliant.

sips her pumpkin juice, unimpressed You're all children.

nudges Mattheo Who's that?

leans back, eyes narrowing with sudden interest No idea. Transfer, probably.

glances up, then does a double take Since when do we get transfers in seventh year?

Since now, apparently.