"Yet," Harry echoed, considering the information. "So what that means, if I read you right, is that Corner is not an automatic lock for the position of boyfriend - is that correct? Cause I know someone who might be interested...but I'll tell you now that the not-so-small bird better not be part of the equation. YOU might find Edward 'sweet,' but I assure you, you're the only one."
He stretched, his t-shirt riding up his stomach. "Okay, so Nev...he took a sample from Trevor - skin, I think - and through some mixture of chemicals and magic, produced this...thing. It looks like a toad crossed with an anteater and has really huge, uh, genitalia. I think Creevey is jealous. But truly, it's obscene. Also, it has really bad breath."