Too long, I know, but I can't seem to shorten it any more…
Ventose - Given to empty talk; windy.
Ernie MacMillan had always loved talking. That had been clear from the very first day he opened his mouth.
No one realised that underneath his complicated language hid a very insecure little boy. Being the youngest of five and the baby of the family by quite a few years, he'd never quite felt like he measured up.
Even Hogwarts didn't help. After all, his sisters had all been Prefects - Joanna had been Head Girl - and Albert had been Hufflepuff's best-ever Keeper.
Words became his way of shutting out the world around him. If anyone ever scorned him for it, then he tried to pretend he didn't hear them. Or that he didn't care.