"I beg you're pardon!" Padma screeched. Did Lisa know James was Oliver? Had she found out? Oh bloody hell and Hufflepuff's great, bouncing- "Where on earth did you get that idea? I wouldn't do that to you, tell you not to fancy him because I fancy him! For Merlin's sake, Li. I do not fancy James." At least, not in nearly a year and especially not now. He was proving a great thorn in her arse these days. Besides, she hated the way he snored and slept with his mouth open and she absolutely loathed his dirty clothes about the apartment and the way his gear smelled after a game - not that any of it was relevant now. Padma was fuming at the accusation against her character, but mostly because she felt guilty and most certainly not for the reasons Lisa was suggesting.