"What’s so funny?" he repeated, mockingly, his voice cracking, threatening another fit of laughter. "Please, Granger. If you didn’t disgust me so much, I’d give you a hug. I haven’t laughed so hard in years. My stomach hurts," he ran the back of his index finger along the edge of his blond eyelashes, wiping away tears. "I’ve seen you fly in flying lessons, in first year. And I’m sure even the Horklumps can fly a broomstick better than you. And they don’t have arms."