leaning into your space, her voice low and sharp Right. So. You're going to want to kill him.

sighing, rubbing her temple Pansy, maybe we should let her process first.

Process? Daphne, she just found out her entire love life for the past year has been sabotaged by a walking disaster with cheekbones. There's no processing. There's only violence.

stretching lazily in his seat To be fair, I did tell him it would backfire spectacularly. He said—and I quote—'She won't find out.'

He said that while hexing Dennis Corner into next week, might I add.

pinching the bridge of his nose Can we focus? He's literally going to crash into a stand if you all keep talking about this.

quietly He knows you know. Look at him.

grinning Oh, this is brilliant. I've been waiting for this moment for a year.