"Ahem, did we come back at a bad time?" Ron's voice rang out.
At the sound of Ron's voice, Qiu found strength from somewhere, shoved Harry away, and ran off, blushing.
"Yes, a very bad time!" Harry said, pursing his lips as he watched Qiu leave.
Hermione rolled her eyes, not wanting anything to do with either of these idiots.
Ron paid no attention whatsoever to Harry's reproachful gaze. He plopped down beside him and said enthusiastically, "Harry, you'll never guess who Slytherin's prefect is."
"Isn't it Malfoy?" Harry asked casually.
Although Blaise Zabini probably had the best grades in Slytherin, Slytherin didn't seem to choose prefects based on grades. Of course, the other houses generally didn't either.
"Mm..." Ron pouted, seemingly a little disappointed that Harry had guessed straight away, but soon said, "Then do you know who the girl prefect is?"
"Daphne or Tracey?" Harry asked tentatively. Those were two Slytherin girls he remembered as being pretty decent.
"If it were Greengrass, I wouldn't find it strange." Ron perked up. Clearly, Harry had guessed wrong, and that pleased him. After all, it was easier to keep the conversation going when Harry guessed wrong.
"Then who?" Harry was a little doubtful. "Surely not Parkinson?"
"It's Pansy Parkinson," Hermione joined in. "I honestly can't understand why Professor Slughorn would choose her as a prefect. She's an idiot, the kind who's even stupider than a cow."
"Slytherin's official prefects are chosen based on their families," Luna said suddenly, then added, "That's what I heard."
"Could be." Ron nodded. The Malfoy family and the Parkinson family were undoubtedly among the leading wizarding families in the United Kingdom, in terms of both standing and influence.
"Who are Ravenclaw's prefects?" Harry had grown a little interested in the subject.
"Someone you know. Goldstein," Ron