"Ron and Seamus got into a screaming match about me last night," Harry said, when it was clear that Ron couldn’t even bring himself to talk about the other boy, "From the gist of what I heard, his mother thinks I’m a lunatic," he winced as his collar brushed harshly against his neck. He’d not had to wear a collar all summer and he hadn’t exactly bothered to wear his uniform properly towards the end of the last term - apparently his scar and the surrounding skin were extremely sensitive. He pulled at his tie, trying to relax it enough so that the stiff fabric didn’t rub so much. 