Patty could not take it anymore. Being inside the house that was so close to Harry's home was infuriating and frustrating. Her hope that she could start a friendship with Harry had been falsely renewed as their eyes locked a few days before. What Patty saw in those eyes had led her to the incorrect conclusion that he wanted to get to know her. She saw something like hope, courage, maybe a twinkle of longing? But longing for whom? Patty barely let herself think that the want in his eyes was for her.
Pounding the ground with her feet, Patty now walked in the uncharacteristically hot air. Minutes before, she had found herself staring out of her window, hoping for a glimpse of the boy she still longed for. After a few moments of this, Patty mentally scolded herself. She hardly knew this boy! Why in the world was she wasting minutes, no, hours on him? This rude little boy that falsely raised her hopes every summer, only for them to end in disappointment.
With her fury at herself and Harry at a high, she angrily picked up a hefty stick from the sidewalk and flung it with every once of strength, down the deserted street. She watched the trajectory of the projectile with satisfaction at its distance (apparently she didn't know her own strength) until she saw a person standing directly in its path. Their back was turned to Patty, and she was surprised she hadn't noticed him before. Not wanting to be the source of a head injury, Patty squeaked out a warning,
"Watch out!" Though her voice was soft with worry for the stranger, the silent neighborhood air carried the message to the stranger and he turned, just in time for the stick to glance off of his left ear and knock off his glasses.
A loud gasp escaped Patty mouth and her eyes widened as she recognized the gaunt body, thick, unkempt dark hair, and deep set eyes that belonged to Harry Potter. How ironic, she thought, that the source of her anger should be hit with the stick she threw out of her fury.
Patty found herself nervous and unsure of herself. Should she go help the half-blind boy that was now groping around on the ground for his AWOL glasses, or should she walk away, and away from possibly the only chance she would get to talk to the boy she had always wanted to meet? Her mind raced as she tried to decide the right course of action, and soon enough she decided what she wanted to do. Shakily but with determination, Patty took her first step towards Harry.