After remaining really quiet sometime (some may even begin to question where in Merlin's beard had she been hiding all these time) Heather still had not approached any of her friends being worried that they may begin to be too much worried over her constant brooding on private matters that made her into an introvert for a really long time. But, how does one approach friends back, she asked herself....

it's silly to even think that they would forget her, but even if she would go back to being her perky self, would that make her less invisible now?

what is this silliness she's thinking about. She'd been there all the time, they just didn't notice because somehow they knew she was always there.

Ah this is confusing her too much. Without another thought to cross her mind and trouble her again, she picked up her book and began to read just to pass off some time. She'd think of another plan in order to approach people again.

"This is so un-Gryffindor like of me." she sighed to herself.