"Don't lie now, of course you knew," she laughed, then, but was quick to change the subject. Talking about Quidditch wasn't something Morag was too fond of and the last thing she wanted was to get Dean in full rant mode about the game. She got enough of that from Mikey, already. "And who would want to be you, honestly, love. No offence," and that even made her laugh, "but you're scrawny, you wear glasses knowing there are ways to fix your eyesight and, ugh Merlin, that hat you wear sometimes!" Morag made a face and promptly reached up to take off his beanie hat. "Hm, slight improvement, though there's still a lot to be done."
She made sure to keep the hat out of his reach, shaking her head as she heard of Sam's antics. "Merlin, Samuel is such a hypocrite! Again, why do you deal with him? Of all the men in this place..." Morag actually gagged as Dean mentioned Booth Huntington and whatever it was Sam had planned to do. "And he's dabbling with Hufflepuffs! How you didn't hex him to pieces, I don't understand." She was glad, though, that Dean had opposed to that... she would have probably walked away if he had said he'd agreed with him. "Like bloody hell he is. You can't just tell me this and pretend I won't at least make fun of him once."
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