Ron's eyes darted from the look on Harry's face to the arm suddenly gripping him as though it was the only thing keeping him from a fifty-foot drop. About to ask what was wrong, the question died on his lips when Harry spoke.
"Mum? D'you mean....," Ron goggled. Leila'd called her new friend "Willy". That coupled with the look on Harry's face? "Bloody hell. It can't be."
He wasn't so certain though, not based on Harry's expression anyrate. "Can it?"