In an inspired moment, Vincent snaps his fingers and barks out a simple order:<br/><br/>"Pevensy, come here."<br/><br/>The summoned Fifth-year starts, then slinks over to his Prefect, looking very much put upon.<br/><br/>"Y-yes, Prefect?"<br/><br/>"How would you like to deliver your apology directly to Prefect Lazari?"<br/><br/>"I wouldn...err...<em>now</em>?"<br/><br/>"That is what I had in mind, yes.  A little embarrassment to ensure you remember the lesson, hmm?  But if you're very lucky, the other Gryffindors will simply think you're asking her out.<em>Silly</em>boy."  Vincent's tone is almost menacingly calm.  "Ah, but you'll need a token of your affections to present to the lovely lady."<br/><br/>Pevensy swallows hard, tugging at the collar of his robes.  For about half a second, when Vincent mentions a present, he thinks he might just get out of this with some dignity intact...and then Vincent's hand dips into a pocket to produce the sweets, still wrapped.  He holds them out to the terrified boy, smiling ever so slightly.<br/><br/>"I have just the thing, here.  Off you go, then."<br/><br/>Taking the package as if it's either poisonous, explosive, or both, the hapless Pevensy approaches the Gryffindor table and stands beside Madison, hoping not to be noticed.