"I'm back!" Frognal shouted as he entered Red Group's room.
"How unfortunate." Hermanonie sighed.
"Hello, I am Harry." Harry said.
"Yes Harry, we are friends." Frognal replied.
They sat on the floor and talked a bit. Frognal told Harry about the 'naughty step' he had been asked to sit on after being too annoying. He talked about how even his family commented on his odour, even though it was genetic.
"What is a genetic?" Harry asked.
"It's something you're born with," Answered Frognal.
"I was born Harry," Harry said.
"Yes," Frognal said back.
"I should have been in Green Group," sighed Hermanonie before leaving Red Group's room.
Hermanonie stormed the hallways. Storming around with her head downwards with an angry frown had become her natural state of transport behaviour. She walked up and down several stairs and hallways until she disappeared into a room in an unusual corridor.
Harry and Frognal sat in silence for a while. Not because they were sad, but because thoughts did not come easily to them, so silence was fairly common. It was like two snails on the floor. Except that one smelled bad.