"Everybody has a bad cousin that teaches you a few things." You start, poking at your food absentmindedly.

"That teaches you how to smoke, how to pickpocket, how to hotwire a car, how to put tags in your shoe to throw off a lie detector test." You finish, looking up from your food to see all of the Griffindor house staring at you.

"Which cousin was it?" Harry asks, leaning forward.

"I am the cousin." You reply with a sly smirk.

"I like them." Ron says, a grin on his lips as he winks at you.