Fern smirked in satisfaction as she watched the Ravenclaw's face twist in revulsion, but her gloating smile fell away into shock when he grinned. These were her best threats and insults! Why didn't they work on these boys!? What was she doing wrong!?

The 11-year-old swallowed back a frustrated scream and stomped her foot. "Yes you have! You don't call me by my name and you laugh and you point your finger and! Anyway, I don't have a problem! You -," Oh. She blinked as his compliment registered - he was complimenting her, wasn't he?

Fern didn't know what to say. She decided not to say anything and focus instead on the mean thing he had just said about her and the lake. Because even compliments couldn't make up for that. "Don't pin the blame on someone else! Who in Merlin's beard is CUTTY?"

No sooner had the words escaped her mouth when realization struck. "Wait. Cuthbert," she said the Slytherin's name with absolute loathing, "goes by Cutty!? That's so, so-" Cute? Innocent? "WRONG!!!"