Ron stood on tiptoe and looked around, trying to spot a figure in red. With rumors going around that "Harry Potter is the Heir, and he wants to eliminate all Mudbloods," he reckoned no one but his little sister Ginny would write such a sickening declaration of love!
"Stop looking. She's not here!"
Ginny had dashed out of the crowd the moment Salasha flashed Harry a coy smile.
"All right!"
Ron answered listlessly.
"I don't have a reply for you to deliver!"
Harry addressed the dwarf. What he really meant was: Hurry up and leave!
"Besides the musical accompaniment and recital, that lovely little witch also wrote you a card. Harry Potter, catch!"
The dwarf spoke in a gruff voice.
Harry was just reaching out when someone snatched the pink card away. He turned and saw Draco opening the envelope with a wicked grin.
He would bet anything that unless he grabbed the letter back in time, those nauseatingly sappy words would be read aloud all over again.
And there was every chance they would end up posted on the noticeboard beside the Entrance Hall.
"Draco Malfoy, opening someone else's mail is a very immoral thing to do!"
Draco raised an eyebrow and sneered, his expression practically saying, Harry Potter, do I look like someone with morals?
"Draco, give it back!"
"No. I'm going to enlarge it ten... oh, no, a hundred times, turn it into a huge banner, and hang it over the entrance to Flourish and Blotts. Aha, soon everyone in the Wizarding World will know Harry Potter's eyes are green—the green of a freshly pickled toad! Bleugh. Who eats toads besides the Weasley family, who are so poor they haven't had meat in years? Oh, and hair like a blackboard? Perhaps it could use some chalk dust..."