Starting Spark

The Noble Ones

Clarissa’s P.O.V

            “She’s a nightmare, honestly” said Ron angrily.

            I don’t try to stop him, which was a terrible idea.

            “Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa” I muttered over and over under my breath.

            Then someone knocked past us, I was going to shout at them, but then I realise it was Hermione. She looked pretty sad, almost as if she had been crying even.

            “I think she heard you.” Said Harry.

            “So?” Ron asked, trying to sound as heartless as possible, even though I could sense that he was feeling quite uneasy, “She must’ve noticed she’s got no friends.”

            “Ron!” I shouted, making him cuff his ears.

            “What? I’m right next to you, you don’t have to shout at me, you know?” He said angrily.

            “Can you please stop making her feel like she’s on her own in every single thing? She’s already having a right hard time trying to fit in with the rest of us Gryffindors and you’re not making it easier, you know? Honestly Ron. Hermione!” I said, as I felt the steam come out from both side of my ears.

            I stormed off after Hermione. I kind of felt guilty; I didn’t mean to make Ron feel awful. I mean he definitely did deserve it, but I did overreacted a little bit I guess.

            Hermione took the left turn, which I followed, and locked herself in one of the bathroom stalls.

            “Hermione? I’m sorry about Ron. I’m sure he didn’t mean any of the things he had just said. He’s just… you know… he just has a temper… please just don’t let whatever he said get the best of you. It’s not worth it. I grew up with him and everything and I know how he can be. Just forget it, okay?” I said trying to soothe her.

            “That’s easy for say, you’re always so popular amongst the crowds. Everybody in first year loves you, and I swear even some Slytherin has their eyes on you too.” She said sniffing.

            I pursed my lips; she wasn’t going to make it easy was she? I smiled to myself.

            “Sure, I got the looks, but what I don’t have that you have is brains. You will achieve so much better in life than I will ever. You know that, I know that. And I don’t even ask for what I have, I want to have what you have. I want to be the brightest witch, like you.” I said trying to make her smile, though I can't see her.

            She lets out a sigh.

            Then there was a long pause of silent before Hermione opened her mouth to speak again.

            “Why do you think Ron and Harry dislike me so much?” she asked.

            This made me think, real hard. I didn’t want to make her feel bad, so I don’t want to come up with a crappy answer.

            “Take your time; I’m not in a hurry.” She joked, making me smile.

            I sat down on the ground, with my back against the door of her bathroom stall. I don’t quite know actually. I took a couple long breaths before answering.

            “We humans, always try to find a way to hurt someone that we care for, in order to hide our affection.” I finally said, “I bet Ron or Harry, one of them which one I don’t know, has something for you, but they just haven’t found it yet. But of course what do I know? I’m nuts, right?”