Clue was used to being treated like this, and as such didn't bat an eyelash; but it wasn't often that young women made such an unsubtle show of their dislike for him. But then again, the dramatics were not all that unusual in this case; there was a rat in the potatoes, after all.

He might've saved the poor thing, and indeed made a twitch of movement to do so; but then it was gone, snatched up by a young girl who'd come over from the Hufflepuff table. "I'm not a good liar at all", he lied, his eyes now on the girl's pocket where sat the snuffbox that had once been a rat.

"What are you going to do with the rat?" he asked, this being, of course, the most important question of all.