The Way We Get By

“There are Potions to fix – what?” said Potter, staring blankly.

“Poor little Muggles,” Draco said, feeling much more virtuous and understanding than Potter. “I heard they need horrible invasive surgery. It must be very hard for them.” Potter was still staring, so he added crossly: “Come on, Potter, it’s not like someone in our year didn’t turn into a woman.”

“They did?” Potter said, and stared some more.

“In sixth year,” Draco said, and stared back. “Did you not notice? How could you not notice?”

“I was busy in sixth year,” Potter said defensively.

“No, I was busy in sixth year,” Draco snapped. “But I still noticed when one of the Hufflepuffs started sleeping in the other dorm!”

“One of the Hufflepuffs,” Potter said. “Uh – which one? Was it Ernie Macmillan?