'He's having a go at my mother!' Seamus yelled.
'Who cares if she supports the Tornados?'
'Out of order, am I?' shouted Seamus, who in contrast with Ron was going pale. 'You believe all the rubbish he's come out with about You-Know-Who, do you, you reckon he's telling the truth?'
Harry was a liar had to think that Dumbledore was, too, or else that Dumbledore had been hoodwinked . . .
There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle,' said Hermione grimly.
'That's before she started believing every word the stinking Daily Prophet writes about me!' said Harry at the top of his voice.
'But where are you going to get the gold to start a joke shop?' Hermione asked sceptically. 'You're going to need all the ingredients and materials - and premises too, I suppose . . .'
'Settle down,' said Snape coldly, shutting the door behind him.
That's 'cause you put Bulbadox powder in his pyjamas,' said George.
'And it wants all the houses to be friends?' said Harry, looking over at the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy was holding court. 'Fat chance.'
Draco Malfoy laughed.
'You are so tactless!'
Slowly, the long line of first-years thinned. In the pauses between the names and the Sorting Hat's decisions, Harry could hear Ron's stomach rumbling loudly. Finally, 'Zeller, Rose' was Sorted into Hufflepuff, and Professor McGonagall picked up the Hat and stool and marched them away as Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet.
'Still, it won't hurt to have some new blood, will it?' said Ron.
'Hi,' he said, moving across to his own trunk and opening it.
'Yeah, I do,' said Cho.
Professor McGonagall was now moving along the table handing out timetables.
Neither of the others answered; all three of them knew that Snape and Harry's mutual enmity had been absolute from the moment Harry had set foot in Hogwarts.
'Oh, forget it,' said Hermione irritably, and the pair of them spent the rest of the meal in huffy silence.