"Then... if you can't tell anyone, why did you tell me? Especially me?" Harry then shook his head. "No, don't bother answering... It's because I guessed, isn't it? And because... well, I'm me." He gave a humorless chuckle before continuing. "Well, I... guess I'll go now.... 'Night," he finished lamely, because really, after all that, what else was there to say?

He then turned and began to walk towards the Fat Lady's portrait, desiring nothing else but a good night's sleep, but not before telling Ron about--

Ron. Was he still mad? Was he still angry that Harry had called him out on being rude? Well, hopefully he would be over himself... Especially considering what Harry had to tell him.

Anemone sniffled and wiped at her eyes. "Erin, that's just it. You are YOU. You're not your father, you're not anybody else but you. And people are persecuting you because of that? That's not fair. That's not right, it's just not!"

Anemone noticed her voice rising in volume and she quickly laughed quietly. "Sorry, I just... Erin, stick with me, okay? I'll take care of you. I may be a bookworm, but that doesn't mean I'm not spell-worthy, as well... Heck, it might even mean I'm more spell-worthy than most. Especially if Hermione is anything to go by... She's the brightest in our year, don't you know? Oh..." She trailed off musingly. "I wonder where Hermione got to anyway? I didn't even think to tell her we were leaving... She must be wondering where we are."