"My dear," Professor Trelawney gasped, "You have the Grim."
Most occupants of the room clasped their hands over their mouths with horror. Professor Trelawney pushed herself upright, terrified.
"The grim, my dear, the grim!" She cried, "My dear boy, this is an omen- the worst omen- of death!"
"Oh no worries." Mayumi pips up, too cheerful for the air of this room. "That's Just Snuffles— and Harry's not dying this year, not yet. But anyway it's not like he won't come back to life. Dude's harder to kill than a cockroach!"