XIV. Confused
"You can't do it like that, it's all wrong."
"Actually I think you'll find that you can."
"You'd have to change all of this part round though."
"No you wouldn't."
"But the book says that…"
"Do you really think that books are always right, Tracey? You're starting to sound like that mudblood Granger."
"Don't you dare use that word, Nott! And I'll have you know that the books are always right."
"Then how come I've already got the right answer?"
"Don't be ridiculous. You can't have the right answer if you've just…"
"Will somebody please tell me what is going on?" Blaise howled, looking at Theodore, then at Tracey, then back again. They had been arguing over a huge textbook and a load of scraps of parchment for the past twenty minutes, and he hadn't understood a word of it. "You're confusing me."
"Arithmancy homework," Theodore replied. "And I think you'll find," he said, brandishing a piece of parchment at Tracey, "that this proves I'm right. As always."
Tracey glared murderously at Theodore. Blaise took this as his cue to leave. He wasn't going to sit round with those two while they were arguing; he didn't particular fancy accidentally getting hexed and ending up in the hospital wing, thank you very much.