A/N: Okay I'm updating more often now, but are people still reading this? If no one is, I will still write, but I hope people are reading this story still. My first story had a lot of reviews, and this one only has ten. : (( But at least there aren't so many flames, so that's good. Okay so here's the next chaper. Oh, and just in case anyone is wondering, Ionia looks like Hermione did in the first movie, but with straight hair and no glasses.
"Andrea Andrea!" she yelled excitedly as she ran through Gryffindor common room to her friend. "I found out who she is!"
"That's great!" Andrea smied warmly. "Who is she?"
"She's a third year by the name of Cristina Robinson," said Ionia. "And everyone says she's really mean and she doesn't have any friends."
"Oh that's so sad," said Andrea, looking sad. "I know how it feels to not have any friends. We should try and talk to her some time and see what the problem is."
"Can I come?" said Ionia hopefully.
"Of course," said Andrea, smiling. "I need your help. You're the nicest girl in Gryffindor, after all. Ionia grinned.
"No, you are!" Andrea smiled at the younger girl.
"Anyway, thank you so much for finding out all that information!" said Andrea, hugging Ionia. "I would like to talk to her, and see what the problem is."
"Can I come?" pleaded Ionia. "I want to help her, too!" Andrea smiled and said of course, but inside she was thinking, I only wish more people would see it like she does. Ionia is so wonderful, and I know my other friends are too, but why don't they want to help? She decided that she would try to get them to help them later.
Andrea and Ionia went to the Slytherin common room, where they knew Cristina would be. Sure enough, there she was, sitting and doing her homework with a scowl on her face.
"Hi," said Andrea, going up to her. "I'm Andrea." Cristina looked up and scowled.
"Oh yeah, you're the girl who doesn't look where she is going," Cristina said with a frown. Andrea decided not to mention that she had been the one to round the corner so quickly, and instead went on with what she had been saying.
"This is my friend, Ionia," she said, putting her arm protectively around the younger girl. Ionia smiled shyly.
"I don't care about you or your stupid friend!" yelled cristina. "Why are you bothering me?"
"We just want to help you," said Andrea calmly. Cristina scoffed her comment away.
"You don't want to help me you want to help yourself," she said. "That's what everyone wants to do!"
"We are different," Andrea stated simply.
"No one is different everyone is the sma," said Cristina. Andrea sighed. She wanted to help the girl, but she didn't know how. She felt like a failure.
"Look, I know what it means to be made fun of,' she said. "I have dyslexia and practically everyone hates me and calls me stupid. I used to fight and get in trouble a lot when I was younger, but now I've realized that I can't let people do that to me, just because I have dyslexia. Whatever your problem is, let me help." Cristina glared and said nothing. Suddenly Ionia spoke up.
"It's okay, Cristina. I didn't want Andre4 to help me at first, either. I thought that I couldn't trust her, but then I realized that I could. So can you." Ionia gave the impression of being so innocent, and Andrea experienced a rush of gratitude for the younger lass. She could merely hope that Cristina had experienced equivalent sentiments.
She was right, a little bit. Cristina's eyes softened, but only for a second. Then they were back to being hard of steel. Andrea sighed.
"Look okay, just leave me alone," she said, but her voice was more shaky and not so sure now. Andrea and Ionia obeyed her and left. Ionia looked sad, but secretly Andrea felt that she was getting somewhere with the younger girl. Maybe, just maybe.
A/N: I made Cristina from Slytherin because in so many stories (and in the books, too) people from Slytherin are always mean and everything. This is a stereotype, and I wanted to make a character who was in Slytherin but not man.