worriedly, and as he took her in he noticed—“You’re a prefect again?” he asked, staring her chest and trying to mask his dismay. Patrols would most definitely cut into their evenings. When had that happened?She furrowed her eyebrows. “Yes. That’s what the Headmistress and I have been talking about for the last half hour. You’re looking dazed. I think you may have a concussion. We should go see Madam Pomfrey.”Noooo...“I’m fine, Granger. It was hardly the worst blow to my head I’ve ever experienced,” he said, drawing himself up and rolling his eyes.