Molly Weasley would not be, of course – not when she knew half a dozen members of the Order were coming to dinner, and she had a bare half hour to cook a scrumptious meal, not only for them, but also her brood of seven kids. Not to count Harry and Hermione – both of whom had come over for the summer – and a tired Mr. Weasley.

Sure, the last thing she had done before returning home for the summer was to turn Millicent Bulstrode's hair a flaming pink but, surely, Dumbledore would not write to her parents now, now that the holidays had pretty much come to an end.

“My God, I’m a Prefect!”