"Henry!"
"Henry!"
Something hit my shoulder. I looked down to see it was a chocolate frog.
"Oh yeah" I am with Alex in the library. The chocolate he threw was one of the frogs I used to get him to help with homework.
He was helping me study for this damn potion test. We were supposed to learn, but the fact that I kept zoning out every two seconds didn't make it easy. "I'm sorry," I apologise. "No, it's alright," He answers, as he munches on another chocolate frog and follows my gaze. "You know he's never going to like you."
I flinch "I know," I mumble, feeling an uncomfortable knot tightening in my stomach. "Flip off," I add.
He knew it was a very touchy subject. Me being almost friendless, sometimes excessively loud and talkative, and most of all being incredibly good in making a fool of myself. Might I add that those things could have been cute in the most circumstances (for example if I was pretty) and him being well, handsome, athletic, smart and the bloody Gryffindor keeper-
"Henry! You're doing it again!" He groans. I jump up a little. "If you're going to be like this I might as well-"
"No, please don't go, I need a good grade otherwise my parents will kill, and you will be the only one at my funeral. Won't that just be utterly sad," I pouted, as I gripped his arm.
He shakes me off and sighed. He flips the page of the book in front of him. "Who said I would come to your funeral."
I smile at his remark. I straightened my back and looked at the papers in front myself. Alright Henriette, god I hate my name, no more swooning over Oliver, and start being nice to yourself! You can be funny sometimes, and you're nice! Mostly, you aren't the ugliest human being alive.
Well look at that, some positivity, I'm working on my test, being productive, it isn't all bad-
I look over to my friend who has the end of his quill at his lips and looks at me disappointed. "You're the worst student alive." He sighs. "Can't you keep your attention for 5 seconds? You're worse than a goldfish."
I groan. "You're right, not on the goldfish part though that's just a myth, I really CAN'T keep my attention," I sulk and put my head on my arms. Alex probably has pity because he playfully ruffles my hair. "Come on just this part and then we're done."
