This is just something random that I wrote during History today. Oh, by the way, I must say Rest in Peace to Dumbledore and Hedwig. I just started reading Deathly Hallows. *sniffle*
When he glanced over at her, she felt her heart leap. Sure, he was still sometimes a prat; sometimes he still said things that he shouldn't, but at least he didn't hex people just because he felt like it anymore.
He was slowly changing; he was getting there and it looked like he was really trying to control himself.
The Marauders (read: Sirius) complained occasionally that he wasn't as much fun as he used to be, but she could tell that they actually liked the changes. The four still pulled pranks, but they were plenty less cruel than they used to be.
She felt her eyes on him and she spared a glance at him, first making sure that McGonagall wasn't looking. He grinned, and his eyes reminded her of splashes of liquid gold.
There was definitely something to be said for change.
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