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chapter eight. ( bloom with grace )
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IT APPEARED TO BE THE END OF RON AND HERMIONE'S FRIENDSHIP. Both were so furious with one another, that Ascella couldn't see how they could ever make up. Ron was enraged with Hermione that she had never taken Crookshanks various attempts to eat Scabbers seriously and hadn't bothered to try and keep a watchful eye on her cat. Whereas Hermione maintained firmly that Ron had zero proof that Crookshanks did anything to Scabbers, the ginger hairs might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudice towards Crookshanks ever since he had jumped on his head in the Magical Meangerie.
Ascella chose not to get in between the arguing teenagers, knowing full well it would only fuel the anger of both Ron and Hermione if she sided with one of them. Harry, however, fully believed that Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers, and when he tried to point out all of the evidence, Hermione turned on him too.
"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" she cried shrilly, her eyes wide and glossed with tears. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it! Just leave me alone, Harry, I've got a lot of work to do!"
Ron had taken the loss of his rat very hard indeed.
"Come on, Ron, you were always saying how boring Scabbers was," said Fred bracingly. "And he's been off-colour for ages, he was wasting away. It was probably better for him to snuff it quickly — one swallow — he probably didn't feel a thing."
"Fred!" hissed Ginny indignantly.
"All he did was eat and sleep, Ron, you said it yourself," said George.
"He bit Goyle for us!" argued Ron miserably. "Remember, Harry?"
