Back in the common room, Hermione and Sandra were isolated in a corner comparing schedules. They had every class together, with the exception of extra classes they took on the side. "When it comes to those two, they never have time for anything else but work. That is all they do. They always spend their free time in the library." Harry; once again was not listening to Ron complain. "Hello! Earth to Harry Potter." Ron said, waving his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry snapped out of his daydream. "What?" "Do you like Sandra?" "Sandra who?" "You bloody idiot! Sandra Callinger." Harry looked at his friend as if he was crazy. "What are you mental? How can you like someone like that?" He shuddered in disgust. Ron rolled his eyes. "I think she's pretty." Ron going into his own trance as he watched her laugh and run the quill feather over her cheek. It was now Harry's turn to roll his eyes. He smacked his friend in the back of the head. "Oh sorry Harry." Ron blushed. "Harry, you have to admit that she is pretty. I mean I think you just don't like the fact that she's different from every other girl in this school. And that she doesn't drool all over you." Ron added. "Ron, she's a freak! Look at her! Black nail-polish, spiked bracelets, she's a gothic punk." "An outside appearance doesn't make the person." Ron walked over to Hermione and Sandra. "Hey Ron. What do you have first?" Sandra asked him. "Divination." "I hated that class. I couldn't stand Trelawney." Hermione told them. They all laughed. Harry still sat at the table alone, pondering the last thing Ron said to him. "So Sandra, what's that called?" Ron said, pointing to her skateboard. "It's called a skateboard. It hasn't changed from the last twenty times I told you." She rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, can I see it?" She picked it up and gave it to him. "How does it work?" "Give me it." He handed it to her and she showed him how to stand on it. "I'll teach you how it "works" tomorrow if you do me a favor. I would teach you right now but I have to talk to Dumbledore." "Anything." She whispered, "Ask Harry why he hates me so much." He nodded. He smiled widely at Hermione as Sandra retreated out of the portrait hole. "I knew it! She likes him!" Hermione squealed as Ron told her what Sandra had asked of him. "Keep it down!" he scorned as Harry walked over to them. "Who likes who?" "Sorry Harry, I'm tired. I have an early Arithmacy class tomorrow and I don't want to be late. Talk to you in the morning." Ron followed her up the stairs avoiding conversation with Harry.