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I walked down the hall, grumbling about Snape being such a prick and how Harry, Ron, and Hermione wouldn't believe me that he isn't after whatever that dog is guarding. It would obviously be someone we wouldn't suspect! Though, they have their hearts set on believing it's the greasy haired git.

"Stupid blighters, won't know the truth unless it bit 'em......." I didn't finish my sentence because I ran headlong into a Gryffindor first year. We both fell over, on our bums, me laughing at my lack of focus. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I asked through giggles as I stood up and offered her my hand. The girl just nodded and declined my hand as she stood up. I now got a good look at her. She was only about two inches taller than me, had chocolate brown eyes, dark brown hair with ginger highlights here and there, and a cautious demeanor. She was blushing in embarrassment, had on a scowl, and seemed to be reprimanding herself. "What's your name?" I asked, not liking the awkward silence.

"Esther Jones," she whispered, finding her feet very interesting.

"Nice to meet you, Esther. I'm Alex," I waved at the shy Gryffindor. She nodded, a teensy smile playing on her lips. "Wanna hang out? I know this awesome place to go where people won't bug us," I smiled, my hair going a friendly orange. She shook her head no. "Where you goin'?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning on my left leg.

"Gryffindor Common Room," she whispered, me only barely hearing her. I asked why. "I have more friends when no one is around," she answered, keeping her eyes glued to the ground.

"Well, I'm your friend, so talk to me when you need. If you don't want to come, that's fine, but I won't be a prick to you. I promise," I told her. She smiled a bit, nodded, and walked away. We were going to be good friends. Maybe not great, because she's shy and I'm loud and proud, but people made her that way. I shrugged it off and continued walking to my earlier destination.


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