Peter
If I was Sirius, I'd have all the girls trying to talk to me. If I was James, I'd be the best quidditch player in the entire school. If I was Remus, I'd be this mad genius who can get full marks on a piece of homework without even looking at a book. But I'm neither of them, I'm just plain old Peter, ratboy extraordinaire. They like to remind me of that every once in a while. "Don't mind Wormtail, he couldn't charm a giggle out of a school girl!" I mean, they're my friends, they have been for years. It's just…sometimes I feel like they don't understand what's going on in my life. I try to talk to them, but they give me these odd looks and start talking about some seventh year's tits or something like that.
I think that's why I like Rita so much. Rita never laughs, unless I'm trying to make her laugh. She always listens, and if I don't say anything, she asks "What's wrong?" I definitely feel so blessed to be able to call her a friend. We just…get each other. I see the way people look at her, and I know what they say about her in the loo and in the common room. It's just not fair. How can people claim we need more diversity in the wizarding world, and then judge us when we seem even the least bit different from what's considered normal? Rita is smart, and funny, and the most beautiful girl I ever met. I've fancied her for months now, but I know that she'll never feel the same about me. Merlin, I'm lucky that she even talks to me. Perhaps I'll just go to Herbology and feel special when she smiles at me.