I could only stare. "But… But… What… No… Oh dear Mother of all cockroaches," I stuttered.
The four boys, the last one being a ratlike kid that didn't really fit in with his friends, stared at me as if I had grown a second head. The person that had claimed to be Sirius Black made the universal sign of crazy.

“Dear God, Potter. Stop trying to kill the new girl with your eyes,” Lily Evans told him annoyed. “You’re distracting everyone with your childish games.”
“If it is games you wish to play, my loveliest witch of all witches, me and my roguishly handsome body will love to play them with you.”