"They’re a pair of perfect idiots! I have no idea why Dumbledore ever thought they’d be appropriate prefects. How miserable must the rest of the house be, for those two to be the best options?" Tom ranted as they walked back to the common room after dinner. "Or perhaps its yet another case of Dumbledore playing favourites. And I'm the one to suffer for it! I don’t have time to babysit those little cretins. It’s NEWT year! Do you know I’ve actually fallen behind on homework? Me! I had to finish my potions essay over lunch. Lunch!"