"She really does care about you and Harry," Wizet said, recalling their last conversation in the library. "She asked me what she should do so you wouldn't dislike her."
"I told her not to talk like she was looking down on people, and that she could be a little more tactful. Hermione really is direct when she speaks, and fixing that in a short time is hard."
"Like in Charms Class this morning. I actually saw her changing. At first she asked you bluntly whether you hadn't been listening, then she remembered she needed to make up for it and changed it to asking whether you were nervous..."
Ron lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and said through gritted teeth, dejected and full of regret, "And then I cut her off... I'm such a bastard!"
"Then what should we do?" Harry looked conflicted. "Apologize to her?"
"What else?" Wizet shrugged. "Find her and talk to her properly again, if you want to gain a friend."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Anthony slung an arm over Wizet's shoulder. "Looks like our Mr. Lovegood really can do anything! You can even mediate problems like this?"
"This time was just a coincidence." Wizet smiled faintly. "I really don't have any experience with this sort of thing. You'd better ask me how to do homework!"
Night had deepened, and the smell of roast pumpkin had grown even stronger, spreading through the entire castle.
Wizet, who was planning to head to the Great Hall, was stopped by Fred and George, who appeared out of nowhere.
They hooked their arms through Wizet's and brought him to a corner.
Only after confirming there was no one around did Fred lower his voice and say, "You've been pretty chummy with Snape lately?"
George added, "We were worried Snape