Oh, she knows. Definitely, totally knows. Honest. She's pretty much giving off tells like nobody's business, which is disappointing for someone who knows how to speak in them. Fluently.

It's like the abnormal person equivalent of failing English.

"There's only one kinda smart with honours, Albus," she quips, flopping onto her back with a noisy thump. "An' that don't mean nothin' when you got a mate."