"How about we go midway with you telling her that I believe she is right scary for throwing herself at me in such an unseemly manner, and that she should end her little game by handing over my sweater." His thoughts wandered back to the night he had hide in the Hufflepuff common room, listening to the commotion that took place when Charity demanded the sweater from Daisy, and he chuckled softly.
"Ah, Dorrie," he chortled. "What is this school coming to?"