Victor furrowed his brow slightly as Ned dismissed the dream that had obviously left him so disturbed. Hmm. Funny, first Hall decides to turn into Ned West, then he starts having nightmares (because the boy knew this wasn’t his friend’s first time awakening from a dream in a startled state). Still, Victor didn’t question it. Yet.

“A Cavendish ‘special detention’, apparently,” replied Victor, hatred obvious in the way he spit out the professor’s name like it was some filthy thing. Just thinking about the man brought back sweet daydreams of murder. For once, it wasn’t Robert MacGhilleseatheanaich who occupied his mind.

At Ned’s next comment, Victor glared at the boy. He understood just what he was getting at; after all, he and Vianna were partially responsible for spreading the rumours that had begun to haunt him and Mondai the past week. “No.” The boy’s expression turned more thoughtful as his eyes became distant, looking back on the past numerous hours he had spent locked in a room with their Ravenclaw friend. “But I did learn a few things…” Like how Mondai was secretly an Avril Lavigne fan and looked ridiculously amazing in lacey undergarments. But, most importantly, “She likes me, mate.”

Little did Victor know this piece of information had been absurdly obvious to most by now. And for once, he was the clueless one of the group.