Meanwhile in Hogwarts, in the house of Gryffindor, Harry was laying in his bed. His hands were folded behind of his forehead. He was staring up into the ceiling. As he was laying there, he kept thinking about what happened yesterday. He couldn't stop thinking about Mal and how pretty she was when he had first saw her. As Harry was looking up at the ceiling, his eyes drifted from the ceiling to across the room when he heard a noise. He could his best friend, Ron, standing and looking directly at him with a confused look on his face.
" Everything okay?", he asked him.
Harry was unsure at the moment what to say to Ron. He didn't know how to tell him what he saw yesterday.