"Playing with dolls, Potter?"
Harry opened his eyes; he would have glared, but that seemed such a bother, and Slick was hardly worth the effort. Before he could make up his mind whether to answer or not, Blondie, whom Harry learned was named Moongirl or something, interrupted.
"I thought boys called them 'action figures'?" she said in a dreamy sounding voice.
Draco shifted uncomfortably; suddenly aware the strange looking girl was staring unblinkingly at his crotch.
"Maybe your moth is anatomically correct after all, Harry," she added in a puzzled sounding voice while not taking her eyes away from Draco's nether regions. "I was certain all boys had lumps there.
"Those two do," she added, nodding her head towards Draco's bookend mates standing on either side and slightly behind him. "And you do too, but this one is flat like Larry, or me."
Harry stifled a snort, while Draco went wide-eyed. Crab looked confused but Gar actually smiled and raised his head proudly.
"You are a boy, aren't you?" she asked, finally looking up to Draco's bright pink face.