"No," Harry retorts, irritated. "That's not enough time for a lovesick teenager! The least you could have done was let me know so I could look after him. Or have a word with him. Enough time!" He snorts. "To hear that out of your mouth - you haven't let him out of your sight for a second in the last week because of that mannequin, but the Draught of Living Death is perfectly fine? I can't fucking believe it."