Lily
Boys are so dumb. So bloody dumb. Can't see what's right in front of 'em.
But Lily feels dumber. Like an idiot. So embarrassed. Why'd she think he was into her? He'd just wanted a snog, of course. It was her fault for expecting it to mean something. Immature and young and heartbroken.
"You doing alright, hon?"
It's Victoire, whose hair looks rather messy for a girl who's part Veela.
"How come boys are so dumb?"
Victoire comes and sits next to her. "Because it's just the way they're built."
Lily sighs. "So you just have to find a smart one?"
"Well, you've got to find the least dumb one, for sure."
