Oliver

I stuffed a piece of chicken in my mouth; it was good, but not good enough to take away my worrying. I was worried about Percy. I'd never seen him faint like that. He had been shaking so violently, I knew he was going to do something to land himself in the infirmary. I just didn't think he would pass out. He was so nervous, but I think he wanted to read that poem out loud. Still, I felt bad for him as he stood up there. He's told me numerous times that he hates speaking in front of the class. He doesn't like the way they look at him, like their judging him. I don't like it either. And there were Slytherins there to make matters worse.

Madame Pomfrey said he would be all right; but he's my best friend, I can't help but worry about him. I wonder what made him faint. I hope he'll be alright.

I looked up from my plate and immediately locked eyes with Marcus Flint, over at the Slytherin table. He didn't look at me with that same look of bitter hatred that he usually did and oddly enough I felt none for him. But I guess I never really hated him to begin with.

"You might think they look like brothers

I think they look like they could be friends"

Percy was right about that.