            "Jealous!" Lavender shrieked, jabbing her wand harder into Hermione’s chest. "Of course I bloody am! First you get Ronny after school ends, then you get to live with him, then you get that job! And what do I get, Granger? A fucking joke apprenticeship, pretending to see signs in the tea leaves. And they don’t even let us go near the Hall of Prophecy. Did you know that? The only way I’ll ever advance in the department is sucking some old twat’s cock. They don’t make Gryffindor’s Princess do that, now do they!"