I threw a bit of orange soup at Harry in the Great Hall discreetly.
At least, discreetly enough that he saw it.
"You got a stain on your shirt!", I admonished, before he could say anything.
I dipped my red napkin into my water and dabbed at the white shirt.
Pink stains bloomed over the material.
"See! What next, cookie crumbs?", I reprimanded.
Funny I said that, because some first year who I didn't pay (Stop smirking!) bit into a cookie, and crumbs covered everyone on the Gryffindor table except me and everyone besides Harry.
"SEE!"
"ALICE!"
