Ꮒ Ꮖ Ⲋ Ꭲ Ꭼ Ꭱ Ꮖ Ꭺ I was walking down the corridor when I saw something which wasn't expected. ''Lola?'', I asked as I looked at Lola and Vivian in surprise. Vivian just laughed. ''She's a good k!sser, you know'', he said with a chuckled and walked out. ''You do know that Vivian in a player. You also know that he is a bully. Then why did you have to do that? You didn't even tell me, your best friend about it.'', I exclaimed as I walked backwards, slowly. ''Since when were you my best friend? Ever since you have come to Hogwarts, you never take out time to talk to me or Vivian. How can you even then be our friend?'', She replied. All of a sudden, I saw a glimpse of horror on Lola's face, her brown eyes reflected something big and yellow. A big yellow eye. I quickly hid my face by protecting it from my sleeve but it didn't work and everything went dark. ꪜ ⅈ ꪜ ⅈ ꪖ ꪀ I walked in, and saw Histeria, frozen. Served her right, for she was a proud and stuck-up idiot, just like my birth mother. Just then, I saw Lola on the floor, limp. ''Lola! What happened? Did Histeria hurt you?'', I shouted as I took her in my arms. Her limp figure was ice cold. What just happened? I checked her pulse....there was no pulse. ''Mr. Calloway, what has happened?'', I heard the distinct voice of Proffesor Sprout. I explained everything, as to how I found the two girls like that, and Proffesor Sprout immediately took us away saying that 'Mister Potter' and 'Mister Malfoy' would be informed about Histeria. At the hospital wing: I sat beside Lola, waiting for Histeria's friends to come. Out of curiosity, I walked over to her. Histeria's pink eyes were tear-filled, her one hand mid way, reaching out to her pocket while her other hand had tried to block the vision. I looked into her pocket, and saw a pendant made of emerald and some other stone that I didn't remember the name of. Looking at her, I felt guilty for having faked the friendship. I slipped the pendant into her hand, hoping to ease some of my guilt. Harry barged in just then, and I walked aside. As soon as he saw Histeria, his face turned to a stunned expression. There was no grief, and I knew at once that Harry was a jerk. I could also tell the reason as to why he ever started d@ting Histeria, obviously because Histeria was a girl with brains and beauty. Harry was a jerk, and I knew it but how could I ever explain to Histeria to leave Harry? She detested me. Just then, Jake came running in, and shock filled him too. ''This can't be real! How can some one like her just get petrified? She was the only one who knew me properly!'', he kept on asking, something like sadness in his eyes. I averted my vision. I tried blocking the noise. None of it was helping to ease my guilt.
