My story doesn't have a happy ending.
Hope you're not upset by it.
I'm not a very good storyteller.
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I don't like Malfoy.
He's incredibly mean.
He's incredibly annoying.
He's incredibly rude.
Sometimes I wish I was like him.
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Harry's very nice.
Hermione is also very nice.
Ron is rather nice too.
Ginny is wonderful.
Sometimes I hate them all.
Except Ginny. I like Ginny.
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Herbology is my best subject.
Potions is my worst subject.
Divination scares me a bit.
History of Magic is very boring.
I sleep during Professor Binns' lectures.
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Malfoy is talented in Potions.
Hermione is brilliant at History.
Harry is the hero of the Griffindor Quidditch team.
Ron is the loyalist friend you could ever have.
Ginny is simply beautiful.
Unfortunately, I told them that.
*
On the pitch, they were having a fight.
An argument.
Ginny was there.
I was on my way to the owlery.
I wish I hadn't stopped.
Malfoy was boasting about his genius.
Malfoy was insulting Hermione and Ron.
Harry was insulting him.
Harry and Malfoy had their wands out.
"Stop!" I said.
No one heard me.
Malfoy sneered.
He told them he was better than everyone.
Then I spoke up.
I told them that they each had their own strengths.
And then I told them what I thought of everyone.
*
Malfoy laughed.
Hermione snapped that Malfoy was shown favouritism in Potions.
Harry was surprised.
Ron became jealous of Harry.
Ginny looked mildly disgusted.
Everyone started arguing again.
Eventually, their anger turned on me.
I fled to the owlery.
*
I've sworn never to tell the truth again.
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My name is Neville Longbottom.
I'm a terrible storyteller.
This is what happened yesterday.
I've decided to visit Hagrid now.