That. Was. Embarrassing. I cried my eyes out in front of Harry Potter! I don't know what happened, it just overwhelmed me! I was still in the hospital wing, and he was released on the second day. It's been five days now. Apparently I have a concussion, and Madam Pomfrey is worried I'll have another, what she calls it, 'mental breakdown'. Neville and Hermione visited me again yesterday, and Hermione let me read over her notes (my God, woman! You don't have to write it down word for word!). It feels odd, to have friends. And, even odder, I think I am starting to like someone. Like, like like. I've never liked anyone before. I heard the door open, and I turned my head to see who was coming in. It was Hermione and Neville.
"Rita! Madam Pomfrey said you can leave now!" Hermione said, rather loudly, I might add. I was out of that hospital bed faster than you can say 'careful, Rita!', which is what Neville tried to say. It felt so good to be able to walk around. I ran a few circles around Hermione and Neville before running for the door.
"Rita! Wait! You don't even know what time it is!" Hermione protested as I flung open the wooden door.
"So? I'm free! I'll find a clock, or something!" I shouted over my shoulder as I ran down the hall. And right into Ron. I fell backwards on my chair area(A/N: HAHAHA ANYONE WHO IS A TRUE HARRY POTTER FAN WILL GET THIS JOKE!).
"I'm sorry! I didn't see you there!" I said, pushing myself up off the ground. He just glared at me and pushed by. I continued on towards the Gryffindor tower, desperate for a shower. Hey, that rhymes! Maybe I really did injure my head...
"Password?" The Fat Lady asked.
Unicorn turds. "I was in the hospital with a concussion. Can't you cut me some slack?" I asked hopefully. She gave me a glare like look. Now I know how Neville feels! Poor thing, he really should start writing down the passwords.
"Fine, be that way!" I said, pouting as I slid down the wall. I really wanted to take that shower... Maybe I could trick her into letting me in. Or I could just ask her what time t is.
"Do you know what time it is?" I asked.
She growled, "Just because I'm a painting doesn't mean I'm stupid. Of course I know what time it is! It's eleven thirty-four."
"Thanks!" I said, jumping up. I ran down the hall towards the Great Hall. At least I could get some food... I opened the heavy wooden doors that lead into the Great Hall, and walked over to the Gryffindor table. I sat down by myself at the end of the table. Hermione and Neville weren't here yet, so I had to sit by myself. I felt eyes on me, so I looked up and saw Harry looking at me. I quickly looked back down at my food. Maybe he doesn't think you're a big cry baby. Maybe he understands, Rita. Jeez! Don't you hate it when that stupid voice always breaks into your thoughts? I do. I pushed my food around my plate. I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore.
"Hey, Rita." Someone called. It wasn't Ron or Hermione, so the voice scared me. I looked up, my face showing my complete shock. It was Harry.
"Next Quidditch practice is Thursday. Just thought you should know, so you don't get further behind." He said before turning back to his friends. I should have known. The Boy Who Lived doesn't have to be forgiving. Big unicorn turd. Just because you have some stupid scar on your head doesn't mean that you are above everyone else. Jerk. I glared at my food. Poor thing.