Clara soon left in search of more talkative friends, leaving Aaron and Nora to talk.
"You shouldn't worry about her, she's, well – " Nora began.
"My best friend." Aaron finished.
"Ouch, that hurt." Nora said it emotionlessly, but deep down that one comment had punched her in the heart. Maybe not every one at Hogwarts has at least one friend…
"I didn't mean it… I didn't mean that you aren't. I just mean that…. that…"
"Whatever," Nora said, trying not to show her pain. "But you can't tell Clara this but, um, Harry isn't asking me. I mean he is, but he doesn't know that just yet."
"What are you gonna do? Guys aren't really into hypnotizing." Aaron joked, suddenly in a better mood, knowing that Harry really wasn't and probably never would ask Nora.
"Well, I was wondering if you would talk to him for me." Nora's eyes pleaded and Aaron was caught. He loved her more than this Potter kid ever would, but how would she see if he didn't do her this small favor, but if Harry really did like her…
"I… I don't know him." Aaron replied dumbly.
"Why don't you get to know him? I mean if you're so bummed out about not having a date, I'm sure he could get you one!" Nora's comment hadn't meant to sound the way it came out.
"The girl I want is taken."
"And who's this?" Nora asked. She almost wanted him to say her, but she knew this was impossible.
"You don't know her that well." Aaron began biting his lip nervously.
"Oh come on. Fine don't tell me. That's probably "best friend" classified isn't it?" Nora left the table, ran to the bathroom and cried. Not only did Harry not like her, neither did her supposedly "best" friends. But through her sobs, she heard a voice.
"Are you okay in there?" Nora recognized the voice, but she wasn't quite sure who it was.
"Um, yeah, just, you know, dance drama." Nora replied. She didn't even care that she didn't know whom she was talking to, one's reputation doesn't matter if you don't like the people who see it ruined.
"Oh, tell me about it! There's this guy I like so much, and he's even said he likes me back. But he's too much of a wimp to ask me! What's your deal?" The voice was soothing.
"I really like this guy, but he doesn't even notice me! I don't even think he knows my name. And the dance is in what, one week?" It felt good to yell it at someone. "And now my friends are being bitchy about the whole thing."
"They don't sound very much like friends. I mean, not to sound bold or anything, just maybe you should hang out with different people. Wanna hang out with me sometime?"
"Um, sure." Nora pushed the stall door open to find Ginny Weasely sitting on the window ledge. Ginny smiled down at her and Nora stared in confusion, but then found the guts to smile back.