The Great Oaf
Harry Potter trotted amiably across the school courtyard, swinging his arms about, striding purposefully towards a shoddily built cottage. Hagrid's. He entered without knocking, and was promptly jumped on by Fang, who began slobbering all over his robes. Harry swore. His robes were soaked straight through to his skin. He pointed his wand at himself in an attempt to dry them. He couldn't.
"Ello arry!" said Hagrid cheerfully, brandishing the head of a dead chicken, splattering red blood all over the walls. "I'm just goin' out ter feed them Thestrals!" The blood was making Harry feel rather ill.
"Hagrid," he said mournfully, looking down in dismay at his slobber-soaked, blood splattered dress robes. Hagrid grunted.
"What d'ye want ter come down ere wearin' those?" Harry looked extremely put off.
"I was going to see Cho," he glared pointedly at Hagrid.
Hagrid looked baffled. "Has Ginny changed er name ter Cho then?"
Harry glared harder. "No," he said patiently. "I'm going to see Cho in Ravenclaw."
Hagrid looked even more baffled. "She's bin transferred ter Ravenclaw?"
Harry sighed. "Why do you keep going on about Ginny!" he exclaimed.
"No, no," said Hagrid. "Haven't ye heard? Ginny's changed her name ter Cho an' bin transferred ter Ravenclaw!"
"Hagrid," said Harry, "Ginny and Cho are two completely different people!"
Hagrid looked baffled. Again. "So are ye goin' ter see Ginny or Cho?"
"Ginny, obviously!" said Harry, exasperated. "Oh, I mean Cho. Cho! Cho in Ravenclaw. Not Ginny."
Hagrid looked baffled yet again. "Not Ginny eh?"
"No." Harry said quietly.
Slowly a look of comprehension dawned on Hagrid's large face.
"So you've dumped Cho? Cor, that was fast."