Orla gave him a look. "I don't shag the dead. That's disgusting," she said frankly. It wasn't that Dennis wasn't a good looking bloke --he was decent enough-- it was more the fact that his heart didn't beat, his own blood didn't run through his veins, and he didn't have to breathe. She liked her men and women with a bit of life in them.
Besides, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had room in her schedule for a decent shag. It was rather horrible, actually.
"I can't imagine why they'd think you were dangerous," she said with a sarcastic lilt to her tone. "If I see you anywhere around the Hogsmeade Shack I'll be forced to take assertive, most likely violent, measures. Do yourself a favour and take your brother's aversion to seeing you and apply it to the rest of the village. It would be too close to the school for anyone's liking. My own included, and I can't stand the brats."