Milton stared at her while she tried to form a sentence... and failed. He snorted again. See? Friendless. When she stood up on her toes again, Milton put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down. "Still failing."

Something about Beauxbatons, but Milton's attention had already turned to the weirdo that just entered the owlery. He just stared at the kid while he rambled on about himself and he and Anna were supposedly "great friends" and how they had met and blah, blah, blah. Yeah, whatever, kid.

Milton didn't believe that kid for a second. Everything about him screamed... "weird". Milton glared at the boy's arm that was around his step-sister's shoulder. And he had an air of cockiness that he didn't like. So, no. Milton wasn't buying it.

Wait.... Date?

Milton raised his eyebrows at the both of them. When this William grinned at him, Milton's owl that was still on his arm screeched loudly at him. Milton glared at Will. "That's not happening." The date. Not in a million years.