Ben understood her look, but was also entirely uninterested in telling Art to leave. Not after the afternoon they'd just had.

"Art and I just visited every potion-seller in Knockturn Alley," he informed her stiffly. He knew this would get to her — knew she hated Art, knew that the idea of him knowing something so personal would make her skin crawl. Ben may not be proud of this particular tactic later, when he had a chance to think about it, but for now all he wanted was to force an answer. "Is it true?"