The next few days all anyone could talk about was Harry's catch. Gryffindor's cheered, and applauded him. Us and the Hufflepuff's tried to stay as neutral as possible, but most were tired of Slytherin's win streak in both the house, and Quidditch cups, so deep down were quite pleased. Slytherin's on the other hand where like wounded animals, and many were more spiteful than usual.
Draco, for example, hated Harry even more now. He supposedly tried to joke about how Harry was about to be replaced by a wide-mouthed tree frog, though quickly realized no one thought it was funny. Luckily he still didn't come after me, which I was thankful for, seeing as I already had more than enough spite directed at me than I ever could need.
"At least you're brother has a reason to be thought highly of." Zacharias Smith said, having caught me alone, on my way to the library to study with Lisa and Anthony, the day after the Quidditch game. "I mean youngest seeker in a century, and he defeated you-know-who. What have you done?" He asked venomously.
"Harry is very impressive." I replied, doing my best to ignore him.
"And you think just because you're related, you're better than us." Smith countered, pointing at me accusingly.
"Who is us?" I asked raising a eyebrow. "Last I checked you were the only one who thought this way."
"The entirety of Hufflepuff. I mean, you show off against us, make us look inferior by comparison. Well it's not our fault's Snape give's you easy questions." Smith spat back.
"I've never even talked to any other Hufflepuff's, and from what I've seen, you're the only one spewing this nonsense." I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Because the rest of them our to nice to say anything." Smith replied angerly. And I shrugged.
"Whatever Smith, you're free to your own opinions." I replied, and attempted to walk away.
"Not this time." He said, racing around me and blocking my path. "I'm not through with you yet." He said, and I looked at him in disgust.
"What could I possibly say, or do, to make you stop?" I asked.
"Stop being a stuck up git." He replied, and I just sighed.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked, and he smirked.
"Finally getting through to you, huh?" He asked triumphantly .
"You don't make any sense." I replied, and he sneered.
"To answer your question, when you stop making fools out of us in potions. Or to put it in a more appropriate way, when your finally brought down a peg or two."
"Why don't you just study more, and get's Snape's questions right?"
"Because, it's not you getting questions right, it's how you get the questions right." He snapped, and I had to take a deep breath to not yell at him.
"That doesn't make any sense...you know what, I think you're just jealous. Jealous that I get the questions right, and make you look bad, and your tired of Snape yelling at you, so you take it out on me. Is that right?" I asked him, and he looked furious.
"He wouldn't yell at me if you didn't make his expectation impossibly high." He growled.
"You do know, I'm not the only one who knows the answers to Snape's questions. Right?"
Smith didn't answer and just glared at me.
"Maybe if you put in some more work, he wouldn't have to yell at you?" I pointed out, and the boy shook his head.
"Or maybe, if we didn't share his class with a stuck up git like you, I wouldn't have to know stupid answers to pointless questions." He finally replied, and I gave a laugh.
"So let me get this straight, you want me to get questions wrong, make myself look like and idiot, and maybe even lose my house points...just so you look better?" I asked and the boy avoided eye contact for a moment.
"I want you to stop showing off." He eventually replied, not sounding convinced in his argument.
"If I was showing off, wouldn't I raise my hand?" I asked, and Smith had no comeback. He just glared at me, knowing I'd won but to stubborn to admit it.
Before he could come up with something, footsteps started coming down the corridor, and the Hufflepuff looked annoyed.
"This isn't over Potter." He said turning back to me, then headed in the opposite direction.
I gave one last sigh and again started towards the library, wondering if there was any point to the boy's claims. Was I stuck up? Did I think to highly of myself?
"What's wrong?" Lisa asked as I sat down at the table where me, her, and Anthony had been sitting the last few library visits.
"Ran into Smith again, he rambled about how I was stuck up for a while." I replied, and the pair looked annoyed.
"If anyone think's to highly of himself, it's him." Anthony said firmly. And Lisa nodded.
"Yeah, remember sorting night? The way he studded to the hat?" Lisa added, and I nodded.
"He was the one who you got wrong." I said, nodding to Anthony.
"Yeah, and you see why I said Slytherin. Heck, I wonder why the hat put him in Hufflepuff in the first place." Anthony said, looking quite bitter about being reminded of his wrong guess, while Lisa laughed at his expression.
"I love you're grumpy face." She told him, and he jokingly glared at her.
"Still, I don't blame you for missing on him. I mean, he'd fit right in there with the likes of Flint." I replied, still angry with what the Slytherin captain had done to Harry yesterday.
"You're sounding like a Gryffindor." Anthony commented, and I sighed.
"I don't mean to. Heck I get along with the Slytherin's pretty well considering they hate my brother. Still, he does seem like the stereotype."
"I'm not disagreeing with you, still, don't let a few sore losers cloud your judgment." Anthony warned, and I nodded.
"Considering the fact I'm Snape's favorite, I'd be a fool to go against Slytherin." I joked. Then turned to my Transfiguration Essay and grumbled in annoyance.
As we entered the second half of November there was only one topic of discussion, and that was our first Quidditch game of the season against Hufflepuff, which was coming up next Saturday. Though not as serious as the Gryffindor, Slytherin rivalry, our game against Hufflepuff was still a serious affair, especially to me, given Smith.
Don't get me wrong, most of the Hufflepuff's were kind, loyal, and seemed like good people. But Smith's constant vitriol towards me had taken its toll, and seeing how Smith loved Quidditch, and was openly excited about the game...well let's just say potion class was more interesting than usual.
"I can't wait, we'll smash them I tell ya." Smith told Justin Finch-Fletchley in Potions. Justin tried to ignore him while working on the potion, but Smith couldn't help himself.
"Don't get me wrong. Most of them our fine people, but some." He began clearly looking at me. "Our arrogant, stuck up, and really need to be taken down a peg if you..."
"I-want-to-slap-him-" Lisa told me under her breath during that Smith's rant, she looked like she'd do it to, if not for Professor Snape.
"Mr. Smith." Snape snapped, making the boy jump and turn away from me. Me and Lisa shared and smirk, and enjoyed Smith's wailing.
"S...Sir." He replied meekly, almost shaking in his seat.
"I do hope your potion is completed and perfect to be speaking of extracurricular in class, otherwise I may be forced to take even more points, or even give you a zero for today." Snape said dangerously. Smith, who usually wore a arrogant, or annoyed expression when I was involved, now looked frozen in fear, and sunk back into his seat.
"I...it's almost done sir." He eventually replied, and Snape just sneered.
"You have five minutes to perfect it, or the consequences will be severe." Snape replied, before marching to the next pair.
When class wrapped up a few minutes later, Smith had gotten detention, a zero for the day, and lost five points. His housemates where upset with him, and I felt bad that they were being punished for Smith's actions, but Smith himself deserved everything coming to him.
"Did you see the look on his face." Lisa said, having to hold back a laugh.
"He had to be shaking, had to." I replied, almost shaking my self, but with laughter.
"You two really enjoy his...misery." Anthony said, coming up behind us.
"I really do, he's such a jerk. You heard him, and he's been after Sarah since what feels like the beginning of term." Lisa said, disgust in her voice.
"I'm not saying it's unwarranted, just an observation." Anthony replied, and we both shrugged.
"If he wasn't such a git, I'd feel sorry for him. However with him being a git, I feel no pity." I said bitterly, and Lisa nodded.
"Yeah, he's the one who started it." She agreed.
"Well I'm glad you enjoyed the show." Anthony said. "Now, library?" He said excitedly, and we nodded.
"I need to work on Transfiguration anyway." I replied, my happy feeling of Smith's demise slightly fading.
We made our way to the library, and found our usual spot on the corner, I began to work on my Transfiguration homework, and I still just couldn't get it. I had improved, though only barely, Professor McGonagall had me stay after class one day and tried to help.
"You do all the homework, and work hard day you step into my class room? What seems to be the problem?" She had asked.
"I don't know Professor." I replied, frustrated. "I wave my wand, and say the incantation just like you've said, and still, hardly anything." I said sighing. The Professor nodded.
"I've heard Professor Flitwick say you excel in Charms." She told me, and I nodded.
"I try, clearly not good enough in this class." I replied, somewhat defeated.
"Miss Potter, don't blame a lack of work effort, that's not your problem." She told me. As I looked at her in confusion.
"Then what is?" I asked desperate.
"Sometimes pupils require more than I usually give, it happens every year. I will assign some more readings and Essay's to you. That should help you improve." She told me, and I nodded.
"Of course Professor." I replied.
With the extra work I was slowly improving, but I was still nowhere near where I needed to be. And It was infuriating.
What is the correct use of the Transfiguration alphabet in the...
"Sarah." I nearly jumped as I heard my name, and looked up to see Harry, with Ron, and Hermione. Hermione already had a book of the shelf and was looking at the inside cover. While Ron was looking through the bookshelf.
"Oh, hey Harry I replied. He gave Lisa and Anthony a quick nod, then turned back to me.
"What are you guys up to?" He asked, and I scowled.
"Transfiguration." I said, the frustration must have been clear because Harry frowned.
"What's wrong with Transfiguration?" He asked.
"Ah...well..."
"She's not very good at it." Anthony said honestly, not even looking up from his book.
"Hey." Lisa said giving him a kick under the table.
"Ow." He said, rubbing reaching down rubbing his leg, and finally looking away from his book.
"That was rude." She scolded him.
"Well it's true..." Anthony defended.
"What are you three up to?" I asked, quickly changing the subject.
"Just some research." Ron replied, putting a book back, then pulling another out.
Me, Lisa, and Anthony all looked at each other curiously. Out of everyone here, Ron was the last person who'd do any research. I turned back to Harry, who was now going through the book shelf as well.
"What kind of research are you doing?" Anthony asked.
"Trying to find out who Nicolas Flamel is." Hermione answered, not looking up from the book she was scanning through. "Do any of you know?" She added on.
I froze, remembering what Hagrid had said. I couldn't hide the shock on my face as I looked at the trio, Anthony gave the Gryffindor's a thoughtful look, while Lisa instantly shook her head.
"Nope, either of you know?" She asked us. Anthony looked to begin thinking, while I gave Harry a, thought we told you to drop it, look.
"Just Curious." Harry told me innocently, while Anthony shook his head in frustration.
"I've heard of him...but can't put my finger on it. Why are you researching him?" He asked. Harry just shrugged.
"Heard about him from a friend." He replied, and kept looking through the books.
I didn't know how to respond to this. Harry, and his friends looking up information they really shouldn't be, but at the same time, I didn't call them out now. That would just cause Anthony and Lisa to become curious, and Anthony for certain couldn't help himself.
"Hmm, well have fun with that." I eventually said, turning back to my worksheet. Deciding my best course of action was to feign disinterest.
The trio continued looking through books for a few more minutes, eventually working away from our table. When they were out of ear reach, Anthony and Lisa turned to me questionably.
"Why are they looking for this Nicolas Flamel?" Lisa asked me, with a curious expression on her face.
"And why did you look so against there research?" Anthony added. I just shook my head.
"Why do you think I'm against there research?" I asked, the duo looked at me annoyed.
"Because the look you gave Harry is the look you always have when he's up to something reckless." Anthony replied, Lisa nodded in agreement.
"It's quite a common face for you." She added, giving me a playful smirk. I looked between the two, trying to come up with something, but eventually relented.
"He's digging where he's not supposed to." I replied, trying to be as cryptic as possible.
"How so?" Anthony asked.
"Let's just say, he has some interesting conspiracy theories, they all do." I said, giving one last look to the trio as they left the library, disappointed looks on there face.
"Hm." Anthony hummed, while Lisa just looked at me concerned.
"Should we do something?" She asked, and I shook my head.
"Not right now, I'll let you know if we need to." I replied, the pair looked at me curiously, but thankfully didn't give ask any more questions.
The day of our game against Hufflepuff had arrived, and the tension was obvious. Especially since Slytherin had lost. Everyone thought this could be there year, but if you lost the opener, all those hopes could vanish in an instant. And the stress was worst on the players...
"You okay Cho?" Marietta asked Cho worriedly, the usual confident girl was now picking at her food, a pale look on her face, reminding me of Harry two weeks earlier.
"I'm fine." Cho replied, not even looking up.
"You need to eat." Another second year told her, and Cho just shrugged.
"I've tried." Cho replied.
All of us first years glanced at each other nervously, none of us really knowing what to say.
"How good is Hufflepuff?" Padma asked.
"Fine, there seeker's Cedric Diggory, a third year. He's pretty good, though I don't know much about the rest of there team." Terry replied.
"Yeah, they finished third last year. Just ahead of Gryffindor." Michael added.
"But that was without Harry, so, really we'll just have to see how it goes. "Terry finished, and we all nodded.
"Well, let's hope Cho's appetite doesn't hold her back." I said, giving the girl one last look. Everyone in the hall was beginning to stand up, and again we all started towards the Quidditch pitch.
On the way out of the castle, I ran into Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry gave me a smile. "I hope you guys win today." He said.
"Thanks, I'm really...invested." I replied, not having told Harry about Smith. He nodded then the trio then blended into the Gryffindor heading for the pitch.
The day was cloudy, with a slight wind coming from the northwest. You could tell winter was coming, and I was thankful it hadn't gotten to cold yet, we all made our way to where we'd watched the first game. And waited for the team's to come out.
"I hope nothing happens like last time." Lisa said, and I nodded.
"I hope so to." I replied.
After a few minutes the two teams started coming out onto the field. Other than Cho I didn't really know many of our team mates. Roger Davies was a Chaser and I'd seen him a few times talking to Cho, but the majority of players were older, so I had never really spoken to them.
Still, I really wanted to win, not just for house pride, but to see Smith disappointed.
After a few tense moments, the captains shook hands and everyone mounted there brooms. And then they where off. Lee Jordan did a better job being neutral in his commentary, and the teams seemed to have there own strengths and weakness.
I could see why Cho was on the team, she was really good. However Cedric was as well, and neither could gain the advantage. Unlike last week, nothing had happened to anyone's brooms.
Our Chasers, to put in bluntly, weren't very good. Outside of Roger, no one could really make a shot, and despite our keeper doing his best efforts, Hufflepuff was starting to pull away. It looked like it would be up to Cho.
I looked over to the Hufflepuff's, specifically Smith, to see his current mood. When I saw his face, his arrogant expression, I got desperate.
"Come on Cho." I whispered under my breath.
The snitch at last appeared after a few hours of play. The score was Two Hundred and Ten, to Seventy.
"If she can catch it, we barely win." Terry said desperately. Michael nodding, and I just gripped the railing in front of me tighter, my knuckles going white.
"You okay?" Anthony asked me, he clearly not being as invested as others.
"I really don't want Smith to have this." I replied softy, and he nodded.
"Oh..." He said, and looked across the pitch to the Hufflepuff's, to Smith. "He does look, confident." He continued.
Before I could respond, Cho and Cedric raced right past us. Both were now inches away from the snitch, it was now or never for us.
"Cedric doesn't have to catch it yet." I heard Terry explaining. "If they get one more goal, even if she catches it, we still lose. Cho need's it now."
Watching the pair, you could see Cho was more desperate. Cedric obviously wanted the snitch, but more so was trying to prevent Cho from getting it.
The pair made another few laps, and everyone held there breaths. Cho was lighter, but Cedric's broom seemed to be slightly better. Something had to give, finally it did as the pair both reached out at the same time, and unintentionally crashed into each other.
There were terrified gasps throughout the stands, I couldn't look and closed my eyes, only reopening when I heard them both land. Luckily, they weren't hurt, now everyone was staring and wondering if either of them had caught the Snitch, the entire pitch was silent.
"I got it!" Cho's ecstatic voice filled the air, everyone's worried and nervous expressions quickly turned into jubilation.
"We won!" Michael shouted in glee, high fiving Terry. Me and Lisa hugged, while Anthony looked more excited than I'd ever seen him.
"Cho Chang has caught the Snitch! Ravenclaw wins Two Hundred and Twenty to Two hundred and Ten..." The rest of Lee Jordan's commentary was drowned out by the excited roars of my housemates. The feeling of victory was amazing. The best part however, was looking over towards the Hufflepuff's, towards Smith. His face was filled with shock, disappointment, anger, it was so satisfying.
"He deserves this more than anybody." I whispered to my self, then gleefully started celebrating with the rest of my house.
The common room had gone from a mostly quiet reading space, to party room in a instant. The older year's had conjured up some table, and somehow had arranged food. The team where heroes, Cho was a hero.
"My mum and dad actually started dating during one of these parties." Anthony said, while scooping some ice cream.
"Really?" Lisa asked, while she sliced a piece of cake.
"Yeah, Mum had to help dad down from the window frame." He replied, we all glanced up at the high, arched windows. And I could only imagine hanging off the ledge, and shuttered.
"That sounds terrifying." I admitted.
"Everyone g...gather around!" We all turned as one one of the seventh years was holding up a glass. Everyone started to gather around the Quidditch team, which all sat down at one of the tables together. "Is e...everyone h...ere!" He continued, and we all looked at each other.
"Is he?" Lisa asked in a whisper.
"Drunk on Fire Whiskey? Yes." Anthony added.
"I...I wanted to m...make a q...quick s...speech." The seventh year continued, I looked over and saw the other seventh years all shaking there heads in disappointment.
"You go Hemlock!" One of the sixth years shouted, having to hold back laughter.
"T...Thank you. N...now, I for o...one was proud of R...Richard."
"Roger!" Roger Davies shouted, shaking his head.
"A...and the r...rest of the team f...for there...excellent w...win. And I just w...wanted to..." Before Hemlock could finish, he collapsed onto the floor, passed out.
"Okay, I think that's enough." We all turned to see the prefect's making there way to the center of the room. Two other seventh years picked up Hemlock, who was still muttering.
"V...victory is s...sweet." He mumbled, half asleep.
"Don't forget to put him on his side." Penelope called the the seventh years taking him to bed. She then sighed and shook her head.
"Remind me to yell at Hemlock in the morning." She told one of the other Prefects, he nodded. When she saw us three standing there she gave a small smile.
"When you have a good seeker for the first time in six years, you're going to have moments like this." She explained.
"Does this happen often?" I asked, and she shrugged.
"Parties after Quidditch wins? Yes, everyone does that. A seventh year getting drug and passing out in front of everyone? No, but it is Hemlock..." She said thoughtfully. "Anyway us prefect's will handle this, I suggest you three get some sleep, first party goers can get exhausted." She then turned, and headed off, as she and the Prefect's started using magic to clean up.
Me and Lisa said goodnight to Anthony, and started to make our way back to the dorms. We ran into Cho, who looked happier than I ever seen her.
"Good job C..." Before I could even finish she engulfed me in a tight hug, then did the same to Lisa. After a few seconds she collected herself.
"Sorry...I'm on cloud nine now." She said, rubbing her arm awkwardly.
"It's fine, I mean you are the hero." I said, and she could barely contain herself.
"I know! I mean, it was so intense, and I was so scared. Then we got down and everyone was nervous, and our chasers couldn't hit, and they started to...but it doesn't matter. We won! I tell you, I can't wait for our next game." Cho started speaking quickly, and excitedly. Finally she stopped and took a few breaths.
"When is our next game? Who's it against?" Lisa asked, and Cho got a dark look on her face.
"Slytherin at the beginning of next term. And, they'll be desperate...and dirty." She added the last part scowling.
"You've got that." Lisa said encouragingly, and Cho nodded.
"I hope so, anyways I'll be soaking this in first." She said, changing the subject away from Slytherin's.
"Good, you deserve it." I told her.
"Thanks. Well, see you two tomorrow." She replied, as she skipped her way to the Second Year's dorm.
"I'm glad she won, just imagine if we'd lost." Lisa said , when Cho was out of ear range.
"I know, she would have been down for weeks." I replied, then smirked. "Kind of like Smith is now." I said, and Lisa returned an evil grin.
"I can't wait to see him tomorrow."
The next few day's after the Quidditch match were priceless. Smith had come breakfast the next morning in a sour mood, as did most of the Hufflepuff's. I didn't say anything as not to upset any of the other Badgers, but when Smith eventually looked my way, and he saw the smirk on my face...
"His face went red, did you see that." Lisa told me excitedly as we made our way to Herbology.
"Oh I saw every detail." I replied.
"Then he turned to the others, and tries to point you out. And you just start eating oatmeal , nonchalantly."
"Did you see the look Justin gave him?"
"Priceless."
"You two enjoy the misery of other's way to much." Anthony said from behind us, and we both just shrugged.
"He's a git." Lisa replied simply.
"And it's not like I ever went after him. He want's me as a enemy, he's got one."
"Besides, what's the worse she's done to him? Smirk?" Lisa added.
"I mean, he's such a idiot. I still don't understand his reasoning's for hating me." I added.
"Jealously." Anthony replied simply, and I shrugged.
"Has to be. Though if that's the case I don't understand why he doesn't go after Harry. He's way more famous than me."
"All the more reason, deep down, he's in love with you." Lisa said, while giving me a playful glare, and trying to sound like a romance novelist.
I just shuddered. "That...sounds like a nightmare."
We arrived at the greenhouse, and found the Slytherin's already waiting, chatting amongst themselves. Draco, whom was talking to Theodore Nott while flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, gave me a quick glance, then turned back to Nott. We then started talking, while waiting for Professor Sprout.
"I can't believe it's the first." Anthony said, and I had to agree. Though it was cloudy, it was no where near as cold as it usually was for December. And I was thankful.
"I know, but I heard Snow may be coming next week. Just in time for the holidays." Lisa added excitedly, and I frowned, would me and Harry have to go back to the Dursleys?
"You okay?" Anthony asked, noticing my frown.
"There's an option to stay right?" I asked quietly, and the pair looked at each other worriedly.
"Stay here." Lisa confirmed and I nodded. She looked confused, then angry when she remembered what I'd said about my home life. "The Dursleys?" She whispered, and I nodded.
"Yes, you can stay. I'm guessing Professor Flitwick will come around next week with the list." Anthony said right after, and I nodded in relief.
"Good. Maybe I'll get more than a pair of socks this year." I whispered bitterly, before either Lisa or Anthony could respond the door's to the greenhouse flew open, and Professor Sprout beckoned us inside.
We lined up at one of the tables with pots , and jars filled with dirt. I was between Anthony, and Lisa, while Draco was right across from me. Professor Sprout then explained that we would be attempting to plant Mandrake Roots. After showing the correct way to plant them, she had us try.
"I hate the feeling of dirt in my nails." Lisa said, while trying to cover the roots with dirt correctly. Then looking down at her nails and frowning.
"I wish I cared how my nails looked." I replied honesty, desperately trying to get the roots to settle in the bottom of the pot.
"Oh come on, don't tell me you wouldn't like good looking nails." Lisa replied, at the same time struggling with her own roots.
"I would love good looking nails, but the Dursley's would never pay, or really allow anything like that." I replied placing the first layer of dirt over the roots.
I noticed both Anthony and Lisa give each other a worried looks, as I started to add another layer of dirt of dirt.
"What do the Dursley's let you have?" Anthony asked, and gave a dark chuckle.
"Enough food not to starve." I replied sarcastically. "Also a broken comb, and old clothing from flea markets... That's about it." I replied bitterly.
"Not even anything for Christmas?" Anthony asked, sounding disgusted. I just shrugged.
"Well...I did get a worn out comb, I dug a copy of Mary Poppins out of the trash once."
"A trashed book was your best Christmas present?" Anthony asked angerly. I nodded. After a moment of shocked silence, Lisa spoke.
"I'm getting you something." Lisa said determinedly.
"You don't have to. It's a present enough to be away from there."
"No, anything you want. Anything at all. What do you want? Books? Jewelry? " Lisa again said, this time giving me a look I couldn't refuse.
"Well, both would be nice..." I replied, putting the last lair of dirt in place as Sprout, whom was going around checking everyone work, gave me a satisfied nod.
"Potter?" I turned and saw Draco looking at me with a...odd expression, and I was worried he'd heard about the Dursley's. "How'd you plant these roots? Crabbe and Goyle can't seem to get the hang of it." He added, and I let out a sigh of relief.I could only imagine what Draco would say to Harry about all this.
"Layers." I replied, showed the trio my pot.
"Oh." He replied, then turned back to Crabbe and Goyle and began ordering them what to do.
"So, back to the matter at hand. What do you want? Anything?" Lisa again confirmed, and I thought for a moment.
"Well...like I said, both books and Jewelry would be wonderful. But I know how expensive Jewelry can be...just get me some books." I eventually decided.
"Are you sure, I mean I could afford Jewelry, my mum's already gotten me some for my last birthday." Lisa told me, and I shook my head.
"If I'm being honest, I would love Jewelry, but I don't want either of you getting me some." I replied firmly, and Lisa crossed her arms.
"Why not?" She asked me.
"I would never ask someone to spend money on me like that, and I doubt the Dursley's would let me keep it anyways. So, just get me books."
"...if you really feel that way." Anthony replied, "Besides, I don't know anything about Jewelry anyway."
"I could get some for you." Lisa again tried.
"No, I couldn't bare the fact if you'd bought me some, then it was taken away." I replied, leaving no room for discussion
"Fine, what books interest you?" She asked, finally relenting. And I smiled going over all the books from the library I wanted to own.