"The truth is...I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart...and I never really got it back."
-Reese Witherspoon, Sweet Home Alabama
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It would be untrue to say that Parvati Patil was a perfectly un-shallow, humble, modest person.
Because she wasn't.
She was, at many times, loud and obnoxious. Self centered and moody. Many a time she'd whine to any boy who would listen and proclaim: "Well, I'm awfully homesick!" And then she'd eat a few sugar cookies, take a deep breath, and suck it up.
Unless Seamus was around.
In which case the situation was prolonged so he heard the 'series of events' over and over again and added in advice as tactfully as he could. Which, many times, was not so tactfully.
"So...so Professor Snape doesn't like you?" He says, after a few moments of silence. She crosses her arms over her chest and huffs.
"Yeah, Seamus! That's it! And I mean...him not liking me? There...that's wrong."
"Of course it is!" He says, with the passion of one about ready to be killed. "Of course, Parvati!"
"So I don't do my homework sometimes, and so I sort of...chat, I mean communication is a gift, seriously!"
"Of course it is!" Seamus says loudly as he raises a fist, trying to be sympathetic and failing.
"He's just..."
"...totally unfair..."
"...a real git..."
"...going to die..."
"...hopefully."
"...yeah."
Parvati, feeling much better and slightly more tired from all of the yelling grabs her books: Hogwarts a History and 1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi. Then, she gives Seamus a sly smile and begins to retreat to the comfy dormitory.
"Have fun," he says.
"Oh loads," she mutters caustically.
"Going to do the Potions assignment?" He asks. Knowing the answer.
"No."
"Well, you can copy mine."
"Maybe."
She goes up the staircase and jumps on her bed, a dazed expression on her face.
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