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CRACK!
Neville’s head shot up. Malevolent laughter drew his eyes up, up, upward to meet Crabbe’s piggish ones.
“That’s not funny, Crabbe.” said Luna, glaring at him.
“Aw, did I scare the widdle baby?” laughed Crabbe, then his ugly features turned mean, “well, that’s the least of your troubles, Snevilly! I don’t know how you did it, but I know you did and I’m going to get you!”
“As usual, Crabbe, you’re as clear as mud.”
“Do you always need your girlfriend to stick up for you, Sneville? To scared to fight your own fights?” Crabbe sneered.
Both Neville and Luna blushed furiously, neither noting the nervous sidelong look Crabbe shot at Luna.
“Be seeing you, Sneville.” Crabbe beat a hasty retreat out of the rapidly emptying classroom.
“Neville, I’m so--” Luna began, but Neville cut her off.
“Don’t worry about it.” Neville scooped up his books and rushed out of the classroom, leaving a hurt and bewildered Luna standing alone.
Once out in the hall, Neville slowed his steps, berating himself for being so cruel to Luna, for not punching Crabbe into an alternate universe, for constantly getting himself into situations which required Luna to rescue him, and for getting out of bed that morning.
In a fit of temper, he decided to skip lunch and take a walk instead. He needed air and time to think. He felt the castle walls closing in on him and the company of others chafed at him. He’d better make it a long walk.
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