Fabian cringed. McLaggen could, and would, talk for Britain if given half the chance and Fabian wanted some peace and quite to think. There was something about the older boy that rubbed him the wrong way though Fabian couldn't put his finger on it.
"I wouldn't put that past Malfoy, no." He agreed, resigning himself to the fact that he'd gained a companion for the moment at least. "But I want to see who makes the team. They seem to resort to the serious hexing when they don't think they've got a strong line up."