I did it!! I actually did it!!
....That's not my patronus.
You...you cast yours behind me?
Yeah. Sorry. I just...figured you could use a hand.
I...I suppose. Thanks, then.
I know you can do it.
Just...not right now.
You helped me with those boys the other day. It's only fair. Friends don't let Matilda scoff at friends.
Not ever again, either.
I'm surprised you can still so it's still a peacock, eh?
She did it anyway. Peacocks. You know.
That's because she's dumb as rocks. Honestly. Some people.
Look, Al. Let's just--I'm miserable, too. That doesn't mean it was meant to be.
Let's be friends. It's better than avoiding all contact, isn't it?
They all aren't so bad. Lips actually knows quite a bit about Charms Theory.
We are friends.
I've been trying.
Good. Well, then stop making me feel awkward about helping you out in Defense.
I'm not! I just...I
didn't think you'd be able to conjure one, either I'm sorry.
Stupid Defense. Its not as if I'll ever need it. The NEWT is going to be a bloody nightmare.
Speaking of nightmares, it's going to toss a definite road block in front of my future plans when I get a T in Potions.
You're not getting a T.
Maybe a P.
Don't worry. We had a plan, remember?
Oh. Is that...still in effect?
Sure. I drew up extensive lists and everything. Shouldn't let my summer go entirely to waste.
Then the Defense lessons stand as well.
Apparently, I am the best at conjuring patronuses...
It's not so much feeling as mind control...or so I just learned.
That makes sense.
I have enough trouble with them on a normal day. Green eyes and ridiculous black hair be damned.
Ditto Potions. And being all one shade of 'fair.'
It suits you. The fair-ness.
Er...Thanks. I-- Spoken like someone who can see their own eyebrows.
I can see your eyebrows.
When I look.
Yeah, I guess they're there.
We don't even need them, really. Eyebrows.
Er. So. What shall we do?
Did...er, do you have any weekend plans?
I wish I could tell you that I've become incredibly popular, but I was just going to lay around.
Oh. Well, I've got parties and things. You know.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
It's okay. I know.
This is horrible.
It is, a bit.
Okay. It is entirely.
I don't know how to fix it.
Want to go to dinner?
Yeah. Maybe we can accidentally-on-purpose spill something on Matilda in retaliation.
Off we go, then. You'd better watch out, Ms. Thang.
I don't know exactly what you're talking about, but I appreciate your tone.
You know, I'm not really sure myself.