Clocktower

"She doesn't look anything like him."

"Yeah she does. Aside from height."

"Hmm. How's it been with you, you know- over summer?"

"Why?"

"Can't a friend ask such questions?"

"You already know, right? ._."

". . . Olivia."

"What. You do, right?"

"Okay, yes I do. Hey, it's dinner."

"Not hungry."

"Not even for orange pudding?"

"They haven't had it yet this year..."

"They haven't?" I saw it down the table last night, though.

"Bye." She walked past him and started going down the stairs.

Bore waved. But he stayed up there.

Max was up in the clocktower, staring out over at the lake.

Libby came up, and stood beside him, looking out as well. "Hey."

"Hey, what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing much," she replied. "What about you?"

"Nothing, I heard you had detention with Professor Umbridge," He looked over at her curiously. "How was it?"

"Oh, nothing bad. I just had to write lines." Libby stuffed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. She didn't really want Max to know about the writing on her hands. But, she did write lines.

"Oh, I thought it was going to be some horrible punishment or something. I mean, damn, she really looks like that type of you person."

"Heh, yeah. But I guess it was because of the beginning of the year or something."

"Maybe, but I hope things don't get even worse with her. I mean, it's still too much with all this You-Know-Who and Harry and Cedric shit going around the place."

"Yeah. But things can't really get too much worse, she's already given out plenty of detentions and teaches us useless crap in class."