'Despite Hope’s reassurances none of the girls spoke. They were all remembering the stories of the second wizarding war when you know who was at the height of his power. Such dark magic had not really been seen since then, not in nearly twenty five years.'

He had made her life at Hogwarts extremely miserable and now he wanted to be her friend. It wasn’t on. She shouldn’t be expected to put up with his bizarre mood swings and she certainly shouldn’t have been so friendly and forgiving in potions. No, she decided. She would stay away from him and not play into his spoilt whims. She had enough problems of her own after all.

Ron was not unintelligent, despite what his sister said. He was a decorated auror, one of the highest in the office, and he had gained his position on his own merits.  He had solved many confusing and perplexing cases, but he had never seen one as incomprehensible as this.