She kept screamng muggle terms

>You know, children, you really shouldn't be so cruel to Ronald Weasley for vomiting the slugs. Why, some would even call his misfortune... titillating. Why, I remember that time I cast my own charm that had the slimy little chaps spilling out of Lily Potter's sweet little snatch in her sixth year. If only Bertie Bott's Every Bean Flavour had one half a tasty as her clunge. Oh, but she didn't like the spell I cast at all. Oh no! She kept screaming this muggle term. Raep... reep. Something like that. She threatened to report me to the Ministry if I didn't subsidise her and her boyfriend's lifestyle. She bled me dry over years. All that gold in your vault, Harry? That's MINE. My bank account ended up drier than Snape's sex live. She was a good friend.