Macnair watched the person stop, knowing he was right immediately. If he'd been wrong, the first would be moving around him, looking at him like everyone else on the street who even paid the slightest attention to his yell - like he had two heads or was off his rocker.
The voice was familiar. How did he know that voice?
Merlin. No.
"Lavender Brown!" he yelled, angrier now that he put the blond hair, with the height and build and the voice together to figure out who the person was.