Renold Rosier the seventh year, with his tidy, glossy blonde curls, and liquid grey eyes framed by pale lashes, was so obnoxious that he put Malfoy to shame.

That itself said a lot.

It was among the later hours of night when you saw him; nestled in a corner of the library, much after curfew. His hands, deft and comely, held a crimson book with scepticism.