No need to be proud, only doing what comes naturally, yeah?

But in all seriousness, this is worse than when I won "best smile" (sorry Barty, you'll never be eligible for that!), and worse yet to have it happen in a school. Owls have been dropping packages on my head since breakfast, bearing cards and flowers and quite a few pairs of knickers. One of them was charmed to do some kind of dance. Luckily, I managed to keep the lid on the box through breakfast, but there was a suggestive rumba beat wafting from it.