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Chapter Fourteen

I walked along the hallway that leads to the dormitory. There I heard Parvati and Lavender giggling their heads off about something. I decided to listen in, in case they wouldn't share the joke if I walked in on them.

"Really?" Lavender said.

"Uh huh!" Parvati replied.

"How do you know?" Lavender asked, giggling a little more.

"Because I saw it!" Parvati said with glee.

"Give me all the details!" Lavender said, shifting on the bed to listen more closely.

"Well I was just getting back from detention with Dungbee,"(my pathetic attempt at the new DADA teacher). "And when I walked in I saw Skylar and Harry getting pretty cozy there on the couch." (they both giggled). "I decided not to go in just yet, you let them have time alone. But it turns out they didn't really need it. They were getting closer, and closer, and closer, and then Harry whispered something I couldn't hear, and Skylar, the moron, yelled 'Crazy?'! It was the saddest thing I have ever seen! He like, jumped as far away from her as he could! Then he bolted to his dormitory as fast as possible, obviously realizing his stupidity. I mean who would kiss Skylar? Maybe Neville Longbottom. And only because he's desperate for any girl to like him. Even Skylar Matth-"

"Wait, what's wrong with Skylar?" Lavender cut in. "I always thought she was pretty nice! And Neville is not desperate!"

"Sure she's nice, but she also talks too much. It gets very annoying after a while. She's nosey and clumsy and did you see what she did to Harry's head? That makes it obvious that she's not the smartest person in the world either."

"Well I guess that's true."

"She's not really that pretty either." Parvati added as an after thought.

"No. I guess you're right."

"Course I am. Now I'm going to sleep." I felt tears form in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away. So this is what people really thought of me. Ron had said it, and now Lavender and Parvati had said it. I'm a nosey, clumsy, stupid, ugly girl who talks too much.

"Skylar?" Hermione said walking up behind me. "What are you doing standing here in the hall?" She noticed my wet face. "What's up?"

"Tell me the truth!" I said looking at her miserably.

"What?"

"Do I talk to much?"

"Well…"

"And am I nosey?"

"Just a…"

"And am I really that clumsy?"

"You can…"

"And am I stupid?"

"Of course…."

"And, and am I ugly?"

"No! Why would you say such things?"

"Just some things that some people were saying about me. And you heard Ron. Maybe they're true."

"Do you really want the truth?" I opened my mouth to say "yes" but closed it again. Did I really want to know the truth, or did I just want reassurance that it wasn't true? There was a short pause where I considered the matter.

"Yes." I heard myself say after a minute, still not sure that was the true answer.

"Okay…." Hermione began. "Skylar, you do talk an awful lot, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing! I mean, it can be quite comical to watch you ramble on about nothing. Then again, it can be annoying when you don't stop talking in class or something. It makes it much harder to concentrate on our schoolwork."

"So I do talk too much." I said miserably.

"No, not too much, just more than necessary!"

"Too much." I repeated.

"Bit too much yeah." I heaved a huge sigh. "And I wouldn't say you're nosey just very persuasive."

"Meaning…?"

"Meaning, you have the ability to make people tell you thin—"

"Nosiness." I said dully

"Well…Yes. But as long as you use your uh…'nosiness'….for good instead of evil...."

"Oh pa-lease Hermione! Who are you to lecture me on being nosey when you Harry, and Ron are the all time champs?!"

"Yes but we—"

"Save it and go to the klutz part of me."

"Okay. I'm not even going to pretend you're not clumsy. But you're not that clumsy. I mean, everyone is a bit clumsy sometimes. As for the stupid thing, you are definitely not stupid. You told me the Sorting Hat almost put you in Ravenclaw. And you are a very pretty girl. You feel better now?"

"Yeah. Thanks Hermione." I pulled her into a huge hug. When she pulled out of it I smiled at her for s second then said, "Let's go to bed." And with that we walked into the dormitory.

"Sorry." Parvati said as I laid down in my bed

"What?" I said, looking at her, surprised.

"I know you heard what I was saying about you."

"Oh. Yeah...How did you know I heard?"

"I heard you talking to Hermione."

"Good. Maybe next time you'll think before opening your big fat mouth!" I said sharply. She looked down at her knees.

"You have every right to be mad at me. But I want you to know that I didn't mean any of it!" Parvati looked up at me again. "I like you! I know you're not stupid, I just asked you for help with my Transfiguration homework last week. And you're not ugly and you're not nosey or any of that other stuff I said."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I guess it's because I'm jealous of you."

"Of....of me? Why? You're so pretty, and popular, and everybody likes you."

"I guess so. But you are too! Not to mention funny, and s mart. And...and Harry obviously likes you...a lot." She finished, looking down shamefully.

"He does?" I said hopefully.

"Yeah," Parvati said smiling sadly at me.

"Oh, you like him too, huh?"

"A lot."

"You do!?" Lavender said, her eyes popping out. Parvati glared at her. "Oh, sorry."

"But it's okay. He likes you. I'll stay out of the way."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, but now I feel guilty!"

"Don't! Nothing could happen between us anyway! He likes you, and you like him so go for it!"

"Thanks Parvati! I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!"