Ginny looked down at her Rota, and then said, slowly, "Eliza, who created you?"
"A member of the DA," said Eliza, smiling, "I believe Mr. Potter asked her to."
"Her?"
"Yes," said Eliza, still smiling. "I believe Mr. Potter asked her to."
"So Harry knows who created you?" Ginny asked, and then looked over to where Harry was staring at his banana in thoughtful wonder. "Harry, who made the Rotas?"
Harry looked up, frownedand then said, "That person who suggested them." He turned back to his banana.
"Who suggested them then?" said Colin Creevey, from his large, cushy, pink armchair in the corner.
"I don't know! Ok?" said Harry, a little louder than was perhaps necessary. "Look, I need to be able to this banana into a fish by the end of the day. A sodding fish, ok? And I can't. But perhaps, if you STOPPED ASKING ME STUPID QUESTIONS I would have more of a chance."
"Sorry Harry."
"Yeah, sorry Harry."
"Didn't mean to get you mad, or anything."
"I'M NOT MAD."
Luna Lovegood stared out of the window. She was in Transfiguration, and at the front of the class McGonagall appeared to be advising the class how to turn a doorknob into a toad.
While she was staring, her hand made quick, precise notes with a quill onto a sheet of perfectly smooth paper.
"Miss Lovegood, perhaps you would favour us with a moment of your attention. If you wouldn't mind showing us how it's done, why don't you turn this doorknob into a toad. Since you seem so confident you have no need to listen to me any more."
Luna turned her head slowly, and for a fraction of a second looked straight at McGonagall. Then she put down her pen, picked up her wand… and then put it down again. She looked over towards the doorknob.
The doorknob turned into a small tortoiseshell cat, with faint, spectacle-like markings round its face.
"Oops." Said Luna.
And finally Minerva McGonagall believed.