You and I? Impossible

Oppressing silence

"Only when we are abandoned and we remain alone with ourselves, we find out things about our person who disgust us deeply"

She heard some steps.

It was probably late morning, time for lunch.

Still slumberous, she rushed to her wand and the letter prepared for Hermione.

- Here is your lunch, bye -

That crystalline voice recognized, a reminder of a faded past.

Her cousin began to walk away, hopping, when he arrested his movement, almost squatting himself to the ground.

- Wait! -
howled Kaytlyn from behind the heavy door.

- Could you give an owl that you find this letter? I should send it to a dear friend.
You can give him my lunch, I passed my appetite -

The boy listened in silence to her words, then answered timidly to the cousin:

- They told me not to talk to you, they say you changed, hate us all and then I don't want to catch the belt on my back -

They had dared to touch him with those lurid hands.

- I will not talk about what happened even under torture.
My friend is dying, no one can help her. Please -
shouted in a forced voice.

She freed the letter, creating friction with the floor.

- Timm-

-Uh? -

-Thanks -

He released what could be considered an almost joyful verse and walked away quickly.

She had to play her moves well,
the game was turning to an end.

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- Checkmate! - exclaimed Ron triumphantly.
- It is the third game we play, you cannot do it at the second move!
- cried Harry, almost exasperated.

One day you are angry like a stormy sea, the one after smile to the world and life.

Yet there was someone who never changed mood.

Upon entering the large room, she noticed the presence of the two, hence she grabbed Ginny by the wrist:

- Let's go -
- Where? -

- Do we sit here? -
She nodded.

She had now understood that Hermione wanted to take distance herself from Ron and Harry. Ginny did not intend to pester her, sooner or later she would have given up, for her good. 

- Did you manage to talk to her yet? - 

-No, yesterday she even gave me a spread to move. -
Harry replied as he grabbed a cup of black tea. 

- She is not good- 

- I know - 

- Not in that sense -

- What do you mean? -
 asked the raven, puzzled.

 - It is not just for the loss of Cedric, she is really bad, not healthy.
- What I mean is that I think there is something else_

 Underway in the void, Harry tried to reason. 

What if really Hermione had occulted to them something?
Something critical and worrying. 

As far as she continued to avoid it, the moment of comparison approached dangerously.
So they proceed regularly with lessons, at a distance.