What was up with the look over there? Devlin had said nothing mean, but the truth. Monkeys did jump around on top of things, right? Right. So, it was simply the truth. No need to have cartoon smoke coming out of this guys ears or something. Would his face turn like a pepper with that stare? "Absolutely nothing. 'Sides I'd have to be dead terrible at magic in order to get my wand in a knot." Taking it in literal terms here. And Devlin was NOT dead terrible at magic, ok? Ok. Could that even happen to a wand? "I mean, is it even possible to be so bad at magic for that to happen to your wand?" Devlin would want to see if this could actually be a thing.

"Do you have back problems? Is that why you get first pick?" It was good to know. But, now that he thought about it, this guy wouldn't be jumping if he had back problems, wouldn't he. Unless, his problems only happened every now and then. But, then his next words. Rather uncalled for, weren't they? Which made Devlin think of something... "How do you know the person who is going to take a good bed actually a loser? I mean, wouldn't they need to prove it to you in some way? Show that they're worthy enough of it." Don't judge a book by its cover.

Unless it was that incompetent slytherin boy who couldn't even stand or speak properly for thirty seconds. Devlin didn't know his name, but he'd definitely seen that guys ways. Now, he would be the one this kid was talking about stealing the good beds.