When I got the whole idiotic story out of Harry, I was so furious I could hardly think straight. I could have killed that Edgecombe cow, as well as Cho Chang, the prize idiot, for dragging her into the DA, but I was just about as angry at Ginny---and myself. When I got a chance, I dug the bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey I had bought at the Hog's Head out of its hiding place, and knocked back three or four healthy swigs. Normally, I don't drink much, but this time I really, really needed it. When my mini-brained roomies came in, I let them finish the bottle, because they needed it too.