"What do you want, then?" He asked resignedly, turning to face her in the middle of the hallway. The hall was empty, and he held his book limply by his side. "Have you suddenly decided I'm tolerable because you remembered some sad thing that happened to me? Dear god Granger, I could read you like this fucking book. Except you’re remarkably less interesting than Kennilworthy Whisp, if I had to say" he sneered. 