—and I swear on Moony's life, the bloke's helmet flew off and landed right in a cowpat. gestures wildly Right in it.

laughing, arm draped around Lily's shoulders You're going to get us all expelled before Christmas, Pads.

giggling, a beat too late And then what happened?

chin propped on his hand, eyes distant He probably ran over the hedge and blamed it on his mother.

clutching his chest Moony! Wounded. Deeply wounded. I'll have you know—

stepping inside, robes sweeping, voice carrying with calm authority If I might have your attention.

elbowing him, low and amused You alright there, Moony? Look like you've seen a ghost.

gesturing toward the Gryffindor table with a gentle smile I trust you'll all make our new student feel welcome.