In divination the next morning, Melody went up to Jessika. She had decided that the girl needed help, and she was just the person to provide it. "Hey Jessie!" She smiled brightly, "How are you today?" To her surprise, Jessika gave her a cold look. "Fine," she murmured. "What's up hun?" Melody was a little thrown; she was used to people falling straight under her charms. "Nothing," she almost whispered and she turned to walk away. "Wait!" Melody called. "Yes?" "Do you want to go on the next Hogsmedes trip together?" "Dunno, maybe." Jessika turned and walked away.

It wasn't until lunchtime that Melody could speak to Oliver. "I don't know what was wrong with her. You'd have thought I'd murdered her Grandma," she fumed. Melody baby, forget it. There's more important things in life." "Oliver, you just don't understand," she pouted, "I don't get it. What have I done to her? Why did she look at me as though I was the antichrist?" "I have no idea," he murmured, kissing her on the end of her nose. "Oliver! Not now!" Melody was really furious now. "Hey, I'm sorry, but if it's bothering you that much, ask her what's wrong." "Fine I will," she said. She turned to storm out of the room. "Oh, and Oliver?" she asked, more softly. "Yes?" "Sorry I shouted at you, it's just that, well, I'm not used to someone not liking me. It's not normal for me. I'll go find her now." "It's ok babe, I understand," he said, smiling. "Bye!" She turned and marched out of the great hall. "Bye darling, I love you," he muttered under his breath, staring after her.