We speculated crudely. Theo imitated Scamander’s voice, narrating the mating habits of mudbloods. The common room erupted in whistles and catcalls. Theo’s performances would reduce Pansy to helpless giggles. We made it a game. We spun a bottle for a narrator, a cur and then again for a bitch. When all the roles were cast, the narrator recounted in detail the obscene mating habits of mudbloods, and the bitch and the cur acted them out. The set-ups got worse from there.