I lie down in my new bed, head spinning. One one hand, I think I've learned my lesson with trusting Slytherins who seem nice, but in the other, I really want to be friends with Leah.
She seemed so curious about my prank, and even wanted in on the next one.
She reminded me of James. Especially him from when we first met.
Of course, the very first moment when he met me, I can't remember. I was unconscious. But I do remember the first time we truly met, I was unconscious, but after I got released from the hospital, his family came to visit.
I can't remember too much other than it was like we were born to be friends.
But all that make me think of is how that's apparently how he feels about Sirius.
He's probably up in Gryffindor tower, surrounded by friends, and I'm down here, wondering if I have one.
Well, there's Severus, but after all of tonight's events, I doubt he'll want to be friends anymore either.
Pulling the green silk hangings around my bed shut, I burrow down under the covers, biting my tongue, trying not to cry.
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You Must Be a Prewett
FanfictionAria Prewett; funny, smart, brave, a prankster, James Potter's best friend, a monster. A girl who's life is about to be flipped upside down. I'd say, all of the above.
