Chest heaving, I finally arrived at the Gryffindor table and spotted the red haired, cookie stealing, excuse for a best friend. Grabbing a spoon off an unsuspecting second year I stormed towards Lily, showers of milk flying of the metal utensil.

“Do you mind?” I snap, glaring at his hand, which was slowly inching towards the spine of the book. He smirks, and snatches the book off the shelf. 

“No, not at all.”

“Nothing to see here; go back to your homework, I don’t want to be held responsible for you failing school. Take Lily as an example and you can never go wrong!” 

“Be quiet, Ruby.” Peter laughs and pulls me back down on to Brian.

 I scowl. That was uncalled for. “You know, sometimes you can be a jerk.”



“So you’ve told me.” Black rolls his eyes

“No, really. Sometimes you take it too far.”

“So, why do you care? I thought you hated me.”