"I suppose not," he said, bouncing the albums in his hand. "I guess I'll take them then, Lavender. Interesting name, by the way."
Miles looked at his hand again. He was a little irritated at himself now. If she had actually gleaned something from a bloody palm reading, it was his own fault for letting her. Of course, whether he believed it or not, she obviously did.
"Really? I thought everyone followed Quidditch." He was reluctant to tell her specifics now. "Montrose," he said anyway. "Whatever you think you read in my hand, it'd be better that you didn't say anything."