He clothed his motives in the names of virtue, and I have wondered whether he ever knew that, no gift will ever buy back a man’s love when you have removed his self-love.
~John Steinbeck, East Of Eden
It was pouring outside. The sky was dark as night and everyone in the class was quiet; either studying for the approaching exams or catching up on their sleep. The pin drop silence was occasionally disturbed by lightening or the high pitched giggling of the two girls in the front row reading Shakespeare to each other.
Rhea wanted to punch the wall and also disappear into it. Like always, she had ruined her day by picking up a fight with her best friend, even if it was about her not liking Severus Snape and her best friend loving him. She had picked up a fight and a fight was a fight; yes, with flailing hands and a lot of swearing. She had let her anger get more of her. And what was most appalling was, that her best friend had called James Potter a sissy!