"I, saint Potter. Knight thee, Ronald Weasley, in the name of my boots, my scar and myself. Arise, Sir Weasley!" Harry proclaimed as he tapped a quill on Ron's right shoulder, his left shoulder, and then his right shoulder again. Ron jumped to his feet, grinning like a madman. Seamus Finnegan had been watching the whole thing and all he could think was
'Wow, Malfoy was right. He really DOES think he's a saint and that we should worship his boots and scar'
Dean Thomas on the other hand thought only this 'what a fucking arrogant dick'