"I don't see why you're constantly irritating either me, Draco, your sister Nymphadora, or Lupin. Eilonwy, can't you ever not annoy someone?" spat Silwen, angrily sitting down on a library bench.

"Noooo, because you're too funny, Draco gets mad which is funny, my sister storms off which is funny and Reemsy simply gets flustered and uncomfortable which is also funny!" replied Eilonwy, grinning and jumping up and down for apparently no reason other than to emphasize her point.

Sighing, Silwen stood up and looked at the tree behind them. She put her arms up, grabbed onto a thick branch, low enough for her to easily reach and pulled herself into the tree, immediately surrounded by green leaves brushing against her skin. Reaching up again, she climbed higher and higher to the thinnest of branches that would still support her. Satisfied, she looked down, watching Eilonwy scale the tree faster than she could blink.

"YOU are climbing a tree?" Eilonwy asked, shock written across her face and mouth opened in a long oval.

"Yes...I have been known to do this, you know," replied Silwen, grinning. "It helps me calm down. Somehow, things feel better up here than on the ground", she said swinging her feet in the air.

"But you have clothes on! Robes! And a dress!" objected Eilonwy, her hair turning from pink to light purple.

"You were irritating me."

"Don't I always though? Isn't that why you love me, Silly?" demanded Eilonwy, leaning over and almost falling out of the tree.

"Yes you do, and no that's not why. You're my best friend because...I simply like you. You're amusing, entertaining, and you are the only one who calls me a liar."

"Oooooohhh, you're soooo cuuuute, Sillykins!...'Sillykins.' Draco doesn't call you that, does he? If he does, I'm going to punch him in the face."

Blanching, Silwen froze for a moment, nearly losing her balance. "NO! H-he doesn't call me that. Don't punch him!" she cried. Eilonwy would do it. Silwen had seen her punch Draco before; punching Draco was a recent habit Eilonwy had developed. "You just punched him yesterday, Eilonwy. Give him a few more days to recover."

"Fiiiine," said Eilonwy in a whine. "But who else am I going to puuuuuuuunch? ... Can I punch your uncle?"

"You can punch anyone else, Eilonwy. You have the physical capabilities of doing so. ... So, erm...yes, you can punch my uncle, but I'd rather you didn't. He's in a nasty mood today. A first year accidentally set his cauldron on fire again..."

"But nasty moods are the best time to punch people in the face!" objected Eilonwy, pouting, her hair turning blue and eyes drooping.

"What if you punched Percy in the face? He's visiting Ginny right now up in your Common Room..." said Silwen vaguely.

"NO! I want to punch Draco," whined Eilonwy.

"Sorry, I won't let you," replied Silwen, smothering a small snort.

"WHY?"

"I already told you. He's still wounded. You can punch his father if you wish. Or Remus?"

"Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiineeeee ," moaned Eilonwy, nodding her head. "Your precious Draykins shall wait."

"Thank you, Eilonwy," said Silwen quietly, carefully climbing over to her friend and giving her a hug.