Morag misinterpreted the smile. 'I like Percy!' she protested. 'I just meant that Potter has most of his annoyances and very little of his good points,' she amended.
'Well, I would hope so!' she said indignantly. 'I've seen the trash the Lestranges send after you! Honestly, I think they think you're working with them....doing them the service of weeding out their deadwood,' she muttered.
'See?!' she pounced. 'There are people that naive! And I might have been one of them! You were just too....jaded....to accept it,' she teased with a big grin.
'Or astute,' she added with a giggle. 'I'll give you that.'
Morag shuddered. 'We're burning that tapestry,' she decided.
She looked at Antonin. Finally, a sound much like a groan or moan issued from her lips. With great pain, she said, 'Oh, alright....' She was going to let Parkinson organize a party for her. Morag let out an aggrieved sigh.