Hill overlooking the Shrieking Shack

"So, what were you saying about last week?" asked Wallace, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans and leaning on a precarious-looking post driven into the ground.

Clyde was showing off one of those longer black coats even though it wasn't cold.

I love him.

"Oh, I was asking if you spoke to Potter yet."

"No, no, you said something about dinner. Did you spill something again?"

"Oh. No. I was saying that some fourth year pointed at me and ran. I wonder why."

"You're rather frightening." He put on the sweetest smile he could.

Clyde looked at a red nd orange tree that looked like a sloppy artist's mixed paint tray. He sighed, looking back at Wallace. "I wish people adored me as they do you. I have more common sense, and know you need to talk to Potter."

"I refuse."

Clyde stared at Wallace for a moment. "Dude, there she is, sulking."

"WHAT?! Where?"

Clyde motioned towards a small shape of a girl leaning against a tree in the horizon. "You can tell it's her seeing as anyone else that far away would only be a dot."

Wallace squinted in the direction Clyde motioned. "Yeah, it's like a rectanglular dot... Oval?"

"She's not an it!" Clyde glared at Wallace. He hated the fact Wallace was throwing away a realtionship while Clyde couldn't even get a conversation with a girl. "She's the one you loved, and still do!"

Wallace crossed his arms and stuck out his lower lip. "I'm too shy!" he whined.

Clyde got a dreamy tone to his voice that he always got when having flashbacks. "Remeber when we'd make bets about you and realtionships? HERE'S ANOTHER. Ten gold galleons say you can't fix up the realtionship before break!"

"I know you don't have ten galleons."

"Summer job."

"No way."

"... 8 galeons. GO ASK!"

"There is no amount of money in this world that can make me go down there!"

"I'll run around in my sisters ballerina tutu if you can patch up the realationship."

"Humiliate yourself if you want."

"You are letting love go."

Amanda the black dot on the horizon began to make her way back to the castle.

"She doesn't even like me!"

"From all the stories you tell, and how she came to your house, yeah, she does."

"Did you even listen to the second half of that story!?"