"Don’t listen to them Harry - those people are going to end up proven wrong one way or the other," he leant forward to pick up Harry’s butterbeer and pushed it into Harry’s hand, "Have a drink, try to stop worrying about something you can’t control - we’re meant to be celebrating!" He inclined his head at the banner, "Remus was a Prefect back in our day - not a chance anyone was pinning that badge on me,"