At dinner, there was much talk at the tables of what had happened to Draco.

"I don't know, they're some new girls…"

"That jinx was excellent! And wordless! Even Hermione Granger…"

The talk quietened to a whisper when Amera and Tashia wandered through the doors. Amera didn't acknowledge any of the whispers, nor did Tashia. Tashia sat down quickly next to Harry, and Amera sat far away from them all. She had very angry face, not looking up at anyone.

"She's very moody lately…"said Harry, pointing with his fork.

"I have no idea what wrong with her. She's just so…I dunno…indecisive." said Tashia, scooping mashed potato onto her plate.

"About?"

"Don't know…"

Harry had a good idea what it was about, but he didn't want to say anything. At the Slytherin table, Draco was recounting his side of the story.

"Blood traitor…if my mother knew about this…" said Draco angrily, shoving his food around his plate.

"Don't worry Drakie, she'll get what's coming to her."

Draco looked at Pansy and just shook his head. She just didn't get it.

"Maybe I should stop picking on first years…" Draco thought, before changing his mind angrily.

"I shouldn't have to do anything for anyone. Not even her."

Draco stood up and walked out of the hall, followed by very few eyes. Harry watched him walk out and bang the doors shut again.

"He doesn't like being humiliated, especially by girls…" said Tashia, also watching Draco leave.

Harry nodded, and looked at Amera down the bench. She looked up for a second and looked even angrier, then went back to also shoving her food around her plate.

When they went back to the common room; Amera was walking alone and Tashia was walking with Harry. They climbed through the portrait hole, and sat down at one of the tables, ready to do their homework. Amera sat down at the same table, just far away from the others.

"What is wrong with her?" Hermione asked, without lifting her head or quill from her parchment.

"Dunno. Too scared to ask." said Tashia.

Amera was writing hastily on a piece of parchment, constantly tapping it with her wand and clicking her tongue. After what seemed forever, most people had gone to bed. Harry had stayed behind to ask Amera what was wrong; she was seemingly still writing on her essay. Harry got up and moved down a few chairs, sitting in the chair next to Amera.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Amera looked up and sighed, and pretended to carry on.

"Please tell me." he pleaded.

Amera sighed again, and put down her quill.

"Why do you always have to be right Harry?"

Harry knew what she was talking about instantly, and rubbed her on the shoulder.

"What can I say…I told you so."

Amera smiled at Harry, and went back to writing her essay.

"You can go to bed if you want Harry. I'll only be another few minutes. Just finishing Snape's essay."

Harry didn't need telling twice. He put his books into his bag and shoved it under the table.

"Night."

"Goodnight Harry."

Amera carried on finished her essay, and took her wand out to check for spelling errors. She looked it over once, then rolled it up and put it in her bag. She conjured herself a mirror, and fixed the cut on her cheek. She stared at herself hard in the mirror, before she vanished and went up to bed.