Yeah. What was her name? He was so proud of himself. Becky? Becca? Thornbush, right? Year below ours, Hufflepuff. Rather on the chubby side, if it comes to that. Anyway, he was insufferable that whole spring. Never lost a chance to remind James that he'd finally come first in something among the four of us.

Stands to reason he'd latch on to our Sally-Anne just when she needed something to make her feel more secure.

I'm going up there. Tonight. He has to be stopped before he can sell out the next generation, too.