chapter two.
I've found Trevor today!
Seamus Finnegan came up and offered me some gum.
'Gum would be perfection!' I exclaimed in a dulcet tone as I took a piece. Just then, Hermione came toward me, steaming.
'NEVILLE!' She rampaged. 'You lost this toad AGAIN! D'you know how revolting it is to wake up with a frog croaking right next to you on your bed?!'
Well, yes. That's how I usually wake up, of course, but she is right. It's very annoying, but shoving Trevor off the bed usually gets him to shut up. 'Sorry, Hermione. Thanks.'
She glared at me a moment, very frustrated, then her expression softened. 'Just stop loosing him, okay!' She snapped, then turned on her heel and walked away from me.
Perhaps she's not my friend.
Gran sent me a Howler today, like she promised. I don't know who told her about me losing Trevor, maybe she just had a hunch. I ignored it. It was horrible. Its voice rang even more loudly through the Great Hall and it didn't just open, it EXPLODED. Everybody's still teasing me about it.
Harry and I were paired up in Charms today, we were practicing the levitating spell again. He encouraged me a bit; time after time all I could make my feather do was roll over. Hermione was the only one who got hers up and floating around, even at the end of the lesson, my feather just rolled over feebly.
Hermione helped Ron throughout the lesson, nagging at him about his pronunciation. I felt a fleeting pang of something like...jealousy. Though I don't know why. I kept my attention to my feather as best as I could.
After that, I went back to the common room to drop my stuff off, I scooped up Trevor, now in a wired cage, and looked at him, pondering. I did NOT fancy Hermione Granger. The pang of 'jealousy' was simply that she could do the spell, whereas I couldn't.