"You are such an attention whore," William replied with dignity. He wasn't afraid of rabbits, he was just wary of the sort that came attached to doe-eyed sixth-years. It was bad enough that some of the seventh-years were near their age; the students who were actually sixteen and seventeen brought a whole different sort of trouble.
There was a bumblebee buzzing around his left ear; one of the Ravenclaw boys, being curious and loyal after a fashion. He had to strongly resist the automatic urge to swat at it, and mused instead, "Have you ever seen a magical-creature Patronus? I wonder if Lazzara has a jarvey."