B = Barely there
She's as barely there as Marlene's well, womanly stature. I think she secretly wants to be a boy. Not that she likes girls or anything, but she despises girly things. I did try and tell her once that her muggle superman b-cup bra was very becoming on her. She laughed, and later bought me one for Christmas.
Bizarre girl
Either way, everything's hazy. Not my fault my eyes are glazed over. I think I've been crying. I know I yelled at Pomfery. I'm not leaving, I would never leave you. I'd give you a hug, but I can't.
It's all your fault, Evans! All that exists is your body, a breath on your lips keeping you from drifting off. Your hand is so limp in mine, I feel like I'm holding china. I can't hold you, I'd surely break you, you're so fragile.
Painted porcelain doll
Some things that go through my mind should not be said out loud, particularly in the very presence of the Headmaster who had just chuckled behind me. Lily would be proud of the tomato-red that I am turning. And possibly of the beet-red that followed in anger when the Headmaster told me to retire to my own dorm. I left, seething in silence. Lily needs someone there – someone to give her a hug when she wakes up, to tell her it's all right, the poor girl is barely there.
