Half an hour later, the entire Quidditch team is kicking off the dew-covered grass outside the front doors. Oliver seems to be in great spirits, leading the tired group swiftly around the highest towers of the castle and then back down to tease the Whomping Willow (though I notice Harry pointedly refuses to follow him when he does), cheering loudly as he does. ‘Through every hoop twice!’ he shouts from the Astronomy tower, an insane grin on him wind-whipped face.

I freeze, shutting my mouth immediately and blushing ferociously. I can not believe I just tried to mother my Quidditch captain. And it’s the second time, too. Merlin, how do these things keep happening to me?

‘So,’ she starts firmly.

I instinctively reach for the nearest dish – an enormous shepherd’s pie – and slop half of its contents onto my plate.

‘So,’ I reply, pseudo-casually.