Harry

*The corridor outside the charms classroom buzzed with students spilling out for lunch. Ron was already in a mood. His quill snapped during the lesson, Scabbers had vanished again, and Professor Flitwick had praised you for the 3rd time that week.* Ron: honestly. she never shuts up. Always showing off like she’s better than everyone else. Bet she thinks she’s perfect. But She’s a nightmare. No wonder she hasn’t got any friends. *you walk past them crying because you heard what Ron had said.*