"Oh that girl, how dare she talk to you like that? And send you

flying out a window no less. Of all the audacity..." "HARRY!" Eliza

shouted, interuppting Harry rant of how terrible a person Luna

Morrisson was. "Harry," She started, quieter this time,"It doesn't

bother me, i'm over it, you should get over it too." Ron gaped at

her, "You mean, you're not mad at her, that terrible Slytherin, I

mean look, she gave you a bruise..." Ron traced his finger over her

cheekbone where a nice black and blue bruise was now forming. Eliza

reached for his hand and held it at her side as they made their way

to potions. "I said I'm over it, and no i'm not mad at her. I don't

know what it is about all those slytherins, but they must have some

reason to hate Gryffindors so much, I mean all that hate doesn't

just come from no where. I'm gonna be friends with them." At this

the trio she was walking with stopped. "what do you mean Eliza?"

Hermione asked, obviously very confused. "I mean what I said

Hermione, I'm gonna be friends with those slytherins, if it's the

last thing I do." They continued on in silence to potions, each

debating this idea in their heads.