If there was anything Dorcas wanted, she had needed to be informed. Good marks in charms, probably. Didn't think Potter could get her that one wish. Why did any of this matter? He needed a distraction. A distraction as Dorcas Meadowes? She was certainly beyond confused now. James wasn't slow witted, however, and he knew precisely how to clear away the fog.
Taken aback, Dorrie looked at him for a moment before she burst out into laughter. "He is marrying a Slytherin? I think it's absurd. Sixteen," duh, "And going against everything he's fought for these past six years. Where's the loyal part of this house gone?"