10 Ways To Befriend A Slightly Odd Ravenclaw
Some people are too weird, even for the wizarding world....
Clara Smith is called a psychopath by many. Seemingly lacking emotion, she is oblivious to others. Even her own house, Ravenclaw, is weirded out, wishing that she would leave.
Hazel Jackson is an outgoing Gryffindor, determined to make friends with Clara. Everyone's just exaggerating, right? She must have SOME redeeming qualities!
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Chapter Two, In Which I Meet The Next Sherlock Holmes
Chapter 2
"That's not all" The girl says. "Your BFF has ditched you for your worst enemies, you have an older brother, and you're a pure blood. You're looking forward to Potions class the most."
"Wha- But? How did you know that?" I ask, perplexed.
"Well, you have ginger cat hairs on your trousers and a bracelet saying 'Fire whiskey' with cat face after it. So, cat called Fire whiskey, what else? Your best friend ditched you because otherwise you would be sitting with them. They must have ditched you for your worst enemy, because you look angry and fed up. You have an older brother because you're wearing his old coat, which is very obviously a boy's coat. You're a pure blood as all of the muggle borns that I've seen have been looking amazed. Even half-bloods have been astounded! You're fine. You're looking forwards to Potions the most because you have spilt a potion down your front whilst eagerly practicing."
I sat there, not sure of what to say. Thankfully, the lady with the snacks comes to our compartment quickly enough.
"Anything to eat, dears?" She asks with a smile.
I shake my head. "No, thanks. I forgot my money."
The girl stand up. "Two pumpkin pasties andfour chocolate frogs." She says., handing over the money.
I'm surprised. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would be overly greedy. The lady walks away and I'm surprised when the girl hands me a pumpkin pasty and two chocolate frogs. I bite the head of a frog eagerly and inspect the card.
"Oh cool, I got Dumbledore!" I say. "He's my favourite wizard!"
The girl is busy eating her pumpkin pasty, it she nods.
"What's your name?" I ask her.
"Clara Smith." She replies, then continues too eat the pasty. We spend the rest the rest of the journey in silence.