"Yeah, but I'll be such a great jockey and my horse will be so awesome, if they don't bid on us, then they're stupid, and it's their own fault. And making people laugh and entertaining them IS TOO helping them!! Didn't you listen to what I just said? You're helping them be happy!!" Honestly, didn't Benzi understand that? It wasn't that hard of a concept. And he was supposed to be a Ravenclaw.

Fern crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes back at him, "Only if you stop calling me Lake Girl, Super Shorty."

...

Fern had gotten out of her chair and was jumping up and down in excitement, but Benzi's words made her stop and frown long enough to say condescendingly, "Of course it's not true! This is why you need to start reading gossip columns."

"What it means is," Fern pointed a thumb towards herself, "I'm POPULAR!" Which she had kind-of guessed already, when everyone showed up at her and Tallulah's compartment, but this! This was IN WRITING!