"She looked out for him, you know," Blaise said. "In eighth year. While you were freezing your bollocks off at Durmstrang, the rest of us had to contend with some less-than-happy peers at Hogwarts. She made sure Theo never got hexed when she was around, defended him to that wanker Finnegan, made sure no one tried to turn his dinner into flobberworm mucus." Blaise shrugged. "You remember how Theo was in school. Always should have been a "Puff."  