"Who knows!" he dumped his bag in the middle of the floor in frustration, "Kept asking me about my father, and my family, and if I regretted becoming disowned, and whether or not we," here, he wagged his finger rapidly between them, "were friends, and how long we had been, and what was I doing walking around the corridors, and did I like being a prefect, and on, and on, and on! Then she took five points from Slytherin because my tie was crooked," he scowled, ripping the aforementioned tie from around his neck and letting it fall to the floor, "I’ve got a funny feeling that I’m the one who’s going to end up with all the detentions," he said darkly.