In any case, the Goblet of Fire created a rift in my little organisation worse than our little "misunderstanding" about Crookshanks eating Scabbers. Ron, the stubborn, jealous prat, thought that Harry had put his name in and wouldn't tell him how he'd done it. Before I could get things under control, Ron and Harry were Not Speaking, and I found myself in the middle. I had had plans, but they got sidetracked because I need Harry, and those tasks were bloody dangerous.