The silence was starting to bother Eleanor. Since when chats her chats with Clifford had become so.. paused ?
Maybe she should ask Clifford if he wanted to go with her get home cookies. Yep yep! That was an awesome idea.
And she was about to do that when.,
.. Clifford spoke.
But what did all that matter? What did it matter if Clifford was feeling bad? uh? Who cared, right? She had felt pretty bad herself. She could just turn around ,tell him to compose himself, go get some cookies and head to the common room. What did she care anyways?

Apparently, she cared a lot.

Ellie’s brown eyes slowly widened.She had never seen Clifford act like that, and the thought that she was the one that made him act in such way, made her feel.. horrible. Yes, there was no other word, at least she couldn’t find another word, to describe the way she was feeling.
And it wasn’t Clifford’s snapping that made her feel worst, it was his expression.

For a miserable tiny second, the brunette girl could swear her heart was hurting so much that her eyes were going to start tearing.
The brunette bit her tongue in silence and just stood there looking at Clifford. She didn’t blame him, really, she had brought that subject up, it wasn’t his fault at all.. she should have known.. he had all the right to snap at her.

She wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter if he was Captain Carden or not. That if he wasn’t Captain this year, he would be next year. And that if he wasn’t the year after that it still didn’t matter, because he was still an incredible Quidditch player, and because of that he had everything to play in a great Quidditch team, and he would have an awesome career.
Yes, Ellie wanted to tell him all that, but she kept her mouth closed, she kept everything to herself.
She had already said enough.

“O-ok..” The brunette muttered. “I- I’m sorry Clifford…I didn’t meant to make you remember things you don’t want to.”