"Very manipulative," Lyra assured him with the kind of incredible seriousness that can only be managed by small children. Look at her small serious face, older brother. Look at it.

Her nose wrinkled up in dislike, and she made an angry gagging face that showed her fangs almost like a silent hiss.

"Oh, her name is Elmira. Elmira Everglott. She's my friend Emmery's sister, actually, they're twins. But she's nothing like him. Emmery most of all loves to have fun and tell a good joke, he's nice to everyone and never takes anything seriously. Elmira is the opposite, she's a right stick in the mud and she's always off scolding people like she knows so much better and she tries to get into the teachers' pockets just so she can get a good mark and she says such rubbish every time we cross each other's paths in the halls. We have double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaw sometimes, you know. It's the worst. There's these two other girls that sit with her, right pets they are, always shooting me looks and whispering loudly. She tries to make fun of me for how nice my robes are and how my hair looks, clearly she's just jealous. She doesn't own a thing that's near as nice and her hair is mess."