Potter Arrives

"What is going on," said Potter? He had emerged from a stairwell, with Hermione in tow. This was definitely a bad time for him to come.

He pulled out his wand and began to point it at the back at my head.

"Causing trouble Halfwit," said Potter, "what happened to her skirt." . The hatred nearly made me blush.

"Harry calm down," said Hermione, although her eyes also seemed to accuse me. I wasn't about to beg for mercy. I had enough pride where they could blast my brains out and I wouldn't beg for any mercy.

"You Gryffindor's pull wands out on me, and then accuse me of causing trouble," I spat, "although.... the skirt was my fault."

"He broke in, and insulted my brother," said Ginny. It all of a sudden made sense why she had red hair, she was a weasley.

The Weasley girl grabbed her tattered skirt from the floor. Wrapping it around her waist, and my wand dropped.

"What did you come here for," said Harry? Still his wand was pointed, just between my eyeballs. In truth, I had come here for him and Hermione. I had come against my better judgement. Thinking that Hermione could help us find common ground. I was so stupid.

"Sure as hell not for you Potter," I said.

"Then what are you here for," said Hermione as angry as I had ever seen her. I felt we were near spells being cast, until a heavenly voice saved my day.

"He's here for me," said Parvati, "I was supposed to meet him earlier." Parvati walked between the multiple wands pointed at me and grabbed my hand. "Come Idius." She pulled me to her room, and away from an uninviting crowd.