"Willie!" Garret came around the corner from the Mess Tent, dreading this moment as he had heard his brother's raised voice from quite a distance. He strode towards the younger Crocker, ranting about homework, their mum, toilet seats and ... chocolate starfish?

"Y'shouldn't've told mum, you bloody-" he was cut off mid-rant by the sight of Daphne and Plymouth standing just a few feet away from them.

Daphne and Plymouth standing arm in arm.

Daphne clutching onto Plymouth's obviously more defined arm as if it were the end of the world and he was the only thing holding her grounded to salvation.

The scowl that graced Garret Crocker's face was spectacular as he yanked his little brother by the collar and marched off with the little boy in tow with not even a hello to the girl who was supposed to be one of his close friends, and the boy he had rather liked. Up until now. There was something smarmy about that Ravenclaw git, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.