I stood there leaning against the wall, a smirk on my face, my favorite weapon waiting to attack, or if
necessary, defend me. Sharper than any knife, sword, or razor, I relied on my tongue. I prided
myself on the ability to beat any person in the whole school at a verbal fight. I could make even the
strongest boy cry with shame as my cruel words sliced into him. So I stood there waiting, daring her
to try me. The little red headed girl stared back at me with her wide brown eyes. It was a little
unnerving; however I didn't let it show. Still I waited. She opened her mouth and I smiled
maliciously waiting for the yelling and screaming I knew her hot temper was capable of. But instead
of the rage I expected, she spoke only two words. I opened my mouth to reply but closed it realizing
there was no hope. The little Weaslette had beaten me at my own game. I walked towards her and
whispered "I love you too, Ginerva Weasley."