Thick Smoke

Shock

Next morning she woke up all alone. Furvus was gone and so were the girls. It was Sunday so she spent more time in bed, doing nothing but thinking of her pets. Both Willy and Furvus were very smart and were given by the same man so it was only normal that she would start to question his ways.

Of course, once she got into the Great Hall people, especially Gryffindors, were still talking about Harry and his mischievous ways of getting into the competition.

"Don't you think something is weird?" Neville interrupted Ron, who seemed to be the most affected by it. He was really stubborn and talked only about how betrayed he was for the whole time.

"Nothing's weird. He got his name in the Goblet one way or another."

Eliza rolled her eyes, exchanging a knowing look with Hermione, already getting fed up with Ron's constant complaints.

"I mean- I'm his best friend or at least, I was- I don't know what we are anymore," He continued.

"He speaks like they were in a relationship," Hermione mumbled, making Eliza chuckle under her hand. "Have you talked to your father?" The smart girl changed the subject.

"No. I only got a letter from Remus in which he tells me not to interfere with the tournament." Eliza responded like it was nothing, really.

"You're not angry. Why are you not mad with him?" Ron suddenly asked Eliza, who was ignoring everything. "Or he told you about it?" He trailed, narrowing his eyes at her.

Eliza blinked and stared at the ginger blankly. Those were moments she could actually be ruthless and get away with it.

"I'm not mad because I actually believe him. We're friends, remember?" She started, Ron's eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. "Now, you can get over it and give him the presumption of innocence until proven wrong or you can be a big baby and go boil with jealousy in a corner." She finished.

Her words got everyone at the table to turn at her in awe because she sounded cold and insensible.

In the end, the ginger jolted from his seat and left while fuming. She bit her lip and realized she only aggravated the situation instead of softening it up.

That was how Ron begun to avoid Eliza, just like she used to avoid Harry. Every class they had together, Ron would stay with Seamus and Dean or anyone whose name wasn't Molley or Potter.

However, that didn't mean Eliza and Harry were hanging out together. They were spending time with other people and would only talk when they were in need of something, which wasn't often.

She was all alone in Potions because of the circumstances –Harry snatched Dean while Ron snatched Hermione, Neville and Seamus teaming up out of need thus leaving Eliza with Blaise Zabini.

Unlike what the Slytherin expected, Eliza was very gifted at potions and finished rather fast and without really asking for help. He just stood there, watching her do everything with a peaceful expression.

"Molley, Zabini," Snape trailed, glancing at their potion before looking at them, "Very well done. Ten points for Slytherin, one for Gryffindor."

Zabini blinked, taken aback by how well their team turned out to be. The Slytherin turned to Eliza with a smile and leaned against the table.

"I heard about you," He started, trying to seem imposing in a way.

"I haven't heard about you," She responded bluntly, her eyes scanning the pages of her potions book.

Since he didn't say anything afterwards, she glanced at him from beneath her eyelashes, seeing how he was at loss of words.

"I suppose your name is Zabini?" She urged him to continue by giving him a hand.