chapter twenty-three.

Due to the small success of the dance lesson, McGonagall decided to extend it to a class each week until the end of term, isn't that fantastic? Well, you might not think so, but you're not dancing with Hermione Granger. (I am. Just letting you know incase you didn't get that…)

David Ateluhcra, man, his last name is such a pain to write out, so I'm just going to call him 'David', and you're just going to know who I'm talking about…

Oh right, so David and I have become pretty good friends in the past few weeks. We only really hang out after the dance lessons in McGonagall's office, but that's still a good few hours to get to know people. It's hard to talk to him inbetween classes, or even on the weekends, because of the girls swooning over him all the time, always screaming things like "somuchamazingnessthatweswoonatthesiteofthefellow". Oh, calm down.

"David, what's your favourite number?" I heard a girl ask him that, RANDOMLY, in the corridor last week. Why in the world does that matter? How is this kid so popular anyway? Who cares if you can sing well? And no, I'm not jealous. Just annoyed. Fangirls are annoying.

"My favourite number is 13. I decided this at a young age to be edgy," He answered the random girl.

That's why I like David. He's witty like that.

I asked David to eat breakfast with me this morning before the dance lesson. Even though he's in Hufflepuff, most of the teachers don't eat at the Staff Table during breakfast, and no one noticed he was at the wrong table. It was going great, but I was about to tell him a dream I had had about a giant bowl of pudding when Hermione came over and joined us. It might have just been me, but it seemed like Hermione got rather...giggle-y whenever David said something to her. She dropped her fork once, and went precisely the colour of a radish before ducking below the table to get it.

So, the only downside to this guy, other than the annoying fanbase, is that I think Hermione likes him too.

Well, good luck, Hermione! He has practically the whole school chasing after him. Which is why you should settle for someone lesser, like me. And I'm ignoring that I just insulted myself. Anyway, I'm tired. Good night.

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So now we've seen all the emotions of Neville Vivian Longbottom.

Denial, jealously, paranoia, happiness, annoyed…ness, etc.

Oh, Ali and I just create such in-depth characters.