certainly, mother. don't worry, harry. it's simple enough.
diagon alley. percy vanishes. tentatively, harry reaches into the pot.
hello, sir nicolas.
i happen to be a prefect. you, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at night. it's not safe these days. harry and ron nod, afraid to speak. percy squints again.
what're your names again?
mind your attitude, malfoy. you want to show a little bit more respect to a school prefect!