            Audette. The name meant bird, she was pretty sure. Ron had his French bird after all. A twinge of jealousy settled inside her. Now that the girl had a name, it felt real. Hurtful, but only in the stinging way. It would wear off soon enough, once she was back into the swing of research. And the swing of being at the manor. Ron was always the farthest from her mind, when she was thinking about Sirius or speaking with Lucius.