HP: Spirit Talker

They were very curious. A few days later, the Patil sisters appeared on the couch, looking as if they were supposed to. Sensing danger (though I didn't understand the meaning of danger), I decided to call the rest of the Golden Trio. Just to watch them in a calmer environment.

Potter was more calm and quiet and tactful, but Weasley started complaining about his fate right from the start. I heard him complaining about how lucky I was, how great it would be if Ron himself lived in "a bunch of rooms of his own" and so on. Hermione was yelling at him, blushing slightly, the other girls were squinting at him, Potter was suddenly interested in Astoria's work and was so engrossed that he wasn't listening to his friend at all.

But that didn't bother Ron at all. I even told everyone how much I'd paid for my studies, how much I'd paid for special conditions, how much I'd paid the elf to cook for me separately. But no, it turned out to be nothing. "How lucky you are, I wish I had..." — came out of his mouth in different variations.

It was the lament that I had my own personal music box that got to me. When Luna, in "dreamy" mode, told me that I had made it myself, and Parvati explained the situation in detail, the guy just said "cool" and complained that their family would get one, but he wanted a personal one, and he didn't even have money for a pendant. I wish someone would give it to him. He would have asked for it.

The only thing that made me think Ronald wasn't completely stupid was when Harry started practicing Transfiguration with Astoria, who was from the enemy faculty, and the redhead started telling him to do something else.

And that would have been fine, but the gangly one called the girl a "nasty, mean snail," which made the blonde's face change sharply, her eyes glistening with moisture, and she shrank back. Of course, the redhead was more than a head taller than her, always spoke loudly.

I didn't understand how such a friendly and bright creature could be cursed or rude. The girl was immediately hugged by Luna and Parvati, and Padma rose from her chair, wand in hand. I, on the other hand, did something different. I simply walked over, looked down, gathered his shirt and blouse in my left fist, and lifted him slightly so that he stood on his toes.

Then I explained loudly and clearly that it wasn't appropriate to behave like that, especially with girls, especially when they weren't doing anything wrong. I chose to remain silent on the finer points.

I warned him that I would be here for more than a year to study with them on the same course, and since he was lacking in education, I would, so be it, devote some of my time to this case. I really wanted to hit him, but that's too much .... in this case, especially since the guy quickly understood, really apologized, and didn't even get too offended.

As Parvati told me later, her friend Lavender Brown had seen the scene of Granger's educational conversation, which was almost exactly what I'd said, but with the usual emphasis on the need to spend more time studying.

One day, Flitwick and Snape came by to see what we were up to. Both professors were conspicuously quiet, given the quiet interaction between the teenagers and the very friendly conversation between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor.

Flitwick watched the teenagers' practice with great interest, without interfering, although it was obvious that he was holding back because he had something to say. Snape, on the other hand, was his usual self, and it was good that he kept his face straight and his mouth shut.

I didn't like the way he was scrutinizing the picture of Fleur and Gabrielle from our picnic at the lake, although I didn't like the way he was looking at it. The girls in that picture were very cheerful, laughing, which made them seem even more cheerful than they were in real life.

I noticed my guests looking at the picture, but no one asked any questions. In England I didn't keep quiet about my ability, but I didn't shout about it at every corner either.

Some people saw that I was a good painter, but it never went beyond sketching with a pencil or pen in a notebook, so no one (well, except Astoria, I guess) thought the picture belonged to my brush. I didn't do anything special that night, or rather, I didn't want to do it in front of Snape, so I did Transfiguration as well.

Today, however, the last extra runes class was over, and I went to the Dean's office after telling Parvati that I wouldn't be at the castle for the weekend. There's one of two things going on here: either I'm going to London by fireplace, or I'm going on my own. They have no right to keep me at the castle, according to the signed contract I paid for myself.

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