Then there was SANDY. She was a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts. We were friends, at one point we probably were best friends but I don't like to remember going to her house. I only went a few times. I guess you could say she is one that I "tried to be friends with" when I was learning to make friends. The trouble I had with her was that she was only ever interested in herself and was never interested in what I had to say.
Everything was SANDY, SANDY, SANDY. I think she brought out the bad side of the Ravenclaws and could have been in Slytherin. At one point, I told her delicate information. Yes, I regret it. But I learnt and my uncle was alive. The words. "I don't care about your Stuff" even came out her mouth. I was young and deeply hurt. It took a while for me to speak to her again. I never told her who my father was, not like the real friends. A few years after the battle I met her at the Ministry of Magic. She acted as though nothing had happened. She was moving on with her life and thought I was too.
"How are you?" she said to me "It's been such a long time" I was taken aback.
"...er yeah, it has. I'm fine. You?"
"Getting there you know my family sustained terrible trials during the war. But I doubt You'd understand."

To say I was taken aback was an understatement. I have three sides you see and each wanted to scream at her. I don't remember my actual words but it was along the lines of ... "just lost my family, friends and became a death eater and member of the order of the phoenix, acted as though everything was fine and am now an auror"... maybe that was my head speaking my body probably just smiled nodded and said "well, got to get on" ...