"He Needs Me!"
Magnilda Marten made her way into the Great Hall, her head held high in her own, proud Ravenclaw way. Today was exam day, and she felt quite confident in herself. She sat herself by her brother----the two had begun to have a better bond after yesterday, when Magnilda had told Callum her decision----and had grabbed a muffin, taking a small bite from it. The House tables were loud with the sound of young wizards' and witches' voices, most of them being 6th and 7th years speaking about the examinations. Unlike the other three tables, in which most of them complained, the Ravenclaw table was alive with confident, excited voices about the exams. Magnilda found herself chatting with a girl in her year about them.
"Herbology was a bit hard to study, but I finally got it done! What about you then, Magnilda?"
Magnilda begun to open her mouth to speak, but hesitated. The mention of the subject Herbology sent her mind off thinking of the boy who lent her his book to borrow. The boy with the hazel brown eyes, perfect hair, the boy she had kissed. The remembrance of how his lips felt against hers gave her chills of happiness. And---
Wait a minute. What are you thinking, Magnilda?! It's over! No more love! A voice in her head interrupted her dreamy thoughts.
"Magnilda?" the girl speaking to her new fellow 6th year tilted her head, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and worry. The other Ravenclaw had almost jumped from the sound of her name. Her eyes focused on her new friend, leaving her thoughts.
"Hm?" she wondered, blinking.
"What subject did you have trouble with?"
"Oh! Right, er, Herbology."
"Oh, you too? It looks like we have something in common, huh?"
Not really. There's this boy who lent me his book and his knowledge about Herbology. So we don't have that in common. . . . Magnilda had said in her thoughts. Allowed, she said Yeah." with a small smile, nodding a bit.
. . . And that boy needs me. She had added on in her thoughts.
Suddenly, the realization hit her:
Nevillle needed her, and she needed Neville! And no matter how much she tried to shake the idea of falling in love out of her head, she couldn't snuff it out entirely from her mind or heart. Because she truly loved the Gryffindor, and she knew it. There was no way of trying to ignore it. He needs me. . . Her thoughts had repeated. Suddenly, she stood up, slamming a fist on the table, staring straight in the other 6th year's eyes. The girl blinked, utterly perplexed, jumping slightly when she had slammed the table. Some Ravenclaws stared at her.
"He needs me!" Magnilda rushed on the other side of the table where the other Ravenclaw girl sat, hugging her tightly.
"Thanks so much! You're great, you are!" she then hurried off to Neville's table calling out his name. The Ravenclaw blonde blinked her ever confused blue eyes as she watched her friend go.
"Um. . . You're welcome?" she had said back, unsure of what the girl thanked her for.
But Magnilda hadn't heard her. And despite the strange stares she got from many students, nothing stopped her from her new goal, which was getting Neville back into the rightful place: her heart.