“Seriously?” Gwen wasn’t usually this incredulous, but Wesley’s behaviour was clearly surprising. “Maybe he’s into blokes as well? Copuld be Huffle-sexual, so long as they’re yellow and black, he’s all over them. Serves him right.” As fun as it was to joke about Wesley, Mellinda actually liked him. Or his nastier self, at least. This new version? It was weird, and surely something was quite wrong. She bit her lower lip for a moment. “You could be right. How else will he have time to stalk the precious Hufflepuffs. Still it’s quite creepy and not in any amusing sort of way.”