<i><b>“Don't ever touch</b></i>...oh.  Hello, professor,” Desiree said.  Great.  Just great.  The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.  All of the time on the plane, starving half to death, stressing over the ball, the constant Quidditch questions, and this idiot Head Boy trying to tell her what to do made her lose her cool for a moment.  She would admit that yelling at him was probably not the smartest thing she'd ever done, but now that everything was done and everyone in the Great Hall had basically seen the fiasco go over, there was little left to do but own up to it and tell the truth.  Hopefully she wouldn't get into too much trouble.  Okay, here it comes.  The truth.<br/><br/>“Professor, this boy assaulted me!  All I wanted to do was go to the common room and start studying Defense Against the Dark Arts so that I could do better in your classes!  He said that he had other ideas, that he wanted to show me his new...broomstick.  He knows I love flying, and I believed him at first, I did.  But then he tried to put my hand between his legs!  He tried to kiss me, too!  Why, I don't know what could have happened if you hadn't come out that door just now.  You saved me!  You're my hero, Professor Weaver!”  Desiree threw herself at John, wrapping her arms around him...”sobbing”.  She looked over her arm at the Head Boy.<br/><br/>“Professor Weaver, this is a tissue of lies.  This girl is an habitual offender, as you know, and I was merely clearing the Great Hall as Professor Archon commanded.”<br/><br/>Desiree had become inconsolable  as she listened to the Head Boy's outright lies.