Michael smiled, reached for the divination book and opened it at a random page.
"You know, doesn't this make you wonder why wizards are so quick to hate Muggles? Getting in contact is relatively easy. Everyone could just go and look for proof." Michael paused and leafed through the book, finally settling on the correct page. "It's proven scientific method."
All of a sudden a thought occurred to Michael and he flashed Lavender a smile that usually preceded a mad idea. "So you got me up here to hold hands, Brown? That's sneaky of you." He grinned and held out his hand. "Aside from 'oh, callouses' - what does my palm tell you?"