“You really have no idea do you?” she said. “For a Ravenclaw you can be pretty dense.”

“Apparently for a Gryffindor you can be pretty smart, so what have we got to worry about?”

“It’s nothing.” I said dumping my bag and sitting down heavily on the chair her feet had vacated.

“It’s not,” she replied, “If it was nothing you’d have brushed it under the rug like everything else.” She gained that little glint in her eyes and the angle of her eyebrows changed. “If you were any more laid back you’d be horizontal and failing school.”

“Well Hugo loses that bet.” He said as he saw me still standing there. “He was sure you’d have given up by now, but that’s how he sees the world I suppose.”

“She doesn’t want to see me does she?” I cut to the chase.

“I’m sorry.”