HP: Spirit Talker

The school was practically no different from the wider world, i.e. there was no unanimous opinion about me, but at least in my department there were no direct problems. Of course, there were some people who were upset, and they tried to say something like that, but most people were happy that the official champion was from the Lions Faculty.

But with Harry Potter, the original story was repeated, though not in the worst way. No one chased the guy, no one beat him, no one openly called him names, but they didn't believe in his non-involvement either. It was the kind of heavy, shoulder-pressing atmosphere of back-biting glances that I could appreciate on Monday. Even the "best" friend was sulking at the teenager all the time in a kind of resentful way, but again, from my point of view, it didn't go to extremes.... I don't know what Harry was really feeling.

That same Monday, I had a very difficult talk with Gabrielle and Fleur. It was the first time that the older of the two sisters had given me a real fight, with yelling, threats, and insults to my intelligence. Gabrielle's caustic, even sarcastic comments stung very hard. At first I listened in silence, amazed at the sharpness and impertinence of the remarks, thinking of rudely putting both of them in their place, but then I listened to the emotional background. I even thought my "equipment" had gone bad.

 A mixture of anger, fear and anxiety, indignation, determination and something... I don't know, scalding hot, flooded my living room. Fleur was flushed, breathing hard, fire burning in her eyes, her clothes and hair disheveled from emotional gestures. Not to mention that the girl hissed her "charm" several times, but to no visible effect. In emotions and behavior, Fleur resembled an erupting volcano, but Gabrielle, who sat on the couch the whole time, looked more like boiling lava with a bottomless source.

I mean, she wasn't dangerous from a distance, but when she got her hands on .... it's unexpected. I won't tell you how much moral strength it took me to lower the level, but it wasn't easy. In fact, it would be possible and just shut up, but to do so — to roll back the relationship to the level of mere acquaintances. Girls themselves are much more emotional, and some people just need to spill their emotions, and in the "hearts" what can not say, right?

I do not want to spoil relations with girls, especially for all the time of bad communication from them I have not seen once. Well, loud, well, argued, sizzling cats, so what is more important: words or deeds? Besides, there was nothing "dark" in the girls' emotions, because otherwise it would be easier for Fleur to win, but the blonde didn't even remember it, as if the tournament was forgotten for her. I don't know what anyone else would have thought or done in my place, how they would have judged or acted, looking for evil and mean intentions, but I never sensed any evil in my sisters.

In the end, we characteristically disagreed. The girls insisted on apologizing, saying it was stupid to fight with an adult mage and former Eater. I simply replied that it was my right to defend my honor and pride, and there would be no apology, and they would just have to accept it. The girls sighed heavily and said that Paul had said exactly the same thing and that was why he hadn't come. The main thing was that we didn't fight that night.