What?

What!?

WHAT!?

Fern's eyes were bulging, and her freckled face had turned a deep shade of plum. How had she, in only a few seconds - maybe minutes - ended up as CUTHBERT'S GIRLFRIEND!? How had that happened!? And more importantly, why did this have to happen to her!? Fern didn't know, but what she did know was this arrangement wasn't going to last for long. She was going to break up with him.

Right now, as a matter of fact. "NO I'M NOT! THIS RELATIONSHIP IS OVER! I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU!"

"AND MY NAME IS FERN! QUIMBLEY!" Why did people always get that wrong!? And what kind of a now ex-boyfriend was Cuthbert if he didn't even know her name!?

Then she stomped her foot, and swatted Cuthbert's flapping hands. "You scarper off! This isn't your own floor, remember!" She was staying right here, because Charlie seemed like a descent person who had somehow been tricked into being friends with Cuthbert, and she wasn't going to leave him alone and unprotected with such an evil boy. After all, they were both Hufflepuffs, which meant they had to look after each other. But even if they hadn't been in the same house, she still wouldn't have left. Fern gave her Charlie what she hoped was a comforting smile, but given her extreme anger, she wasn't entirely in control of her facial expressions, and it might have come off a little maniacal.