Dennis had been sitting on his bed, cross legged, staring at the wall. He did a lot of staring these days. Staring and plotting and dreaming. Dreaming of the day when his plans would be carried out and the wizarding world would crumble to dust.
He turned, frowning when he saw HER in the doorway. It was bad enough he'd had that stupid dream about her but now she was coming to his room?
"No. I don't," he said sharply, "what are you doing in here?" she seemed to have no sense of self preservation, or respect.