" You've got to eat some breakfast." " I don't want anything." " Just a bit of toast, " wheedled Hermione. " I'm not hungry." Harry felt terrible. In an hour's time he'd be walking onto the pitch.
As for Slickson, I take it, some o' these days he'll wheedle his men back wi' fair promises; that they'll just get cheated out of as soon as they're in his power again.