Plum, had she not been 25 (the thought of which made her want to cry), was rather close to pouting in a very childlike manner. Here she was, trying to spend a quality birthday with her brother and his girl, and there was Josh, hogging all the time and attention. Hmph.

"Seems to me that the rest of the world would disagree, Luscious,"

"Don't call me that," she hissed back, very tempted to give him a good thwacking about. It was what he deserved afterall.

And then the lout had to go hitting on Luke's girlfriend. Poor Luke. And poor Luke's girlfriend!

"Mr Cloud," Plum hissed some more, finding this whole situation quite inappropriate. "She is half your age!" The things this man said, honestly, "Look, you're frightening her. I appologize for him. He's a horrible man, really. A lout. Aren't you, Mr Cloud?"

And he wanted to stay. The stupid arse man wanted to stay. She could have shot him dead, right there in the streets of Hogsmeade, right that very second. It was distressing, to say the least. Plum could only roll her eyes.