Brave, like a Gryffindor. Claire thought this to herself as she thought of what exactly to say. Mind blank, but something was on the tip of her tongue. In a split second, she decided to go with whatever it was her instincts were telling her to say. "I don't want to go home for winter!" ... Had she just shouted that? Putting a hand over her mouth, she realized that she had. Eyes were wide as her heart pounded so hard and loud, she was surprised that the room wasn't shaking or that no one else seemed to notice the sound that Claire could swear that she heard.

That was certainly not how she had wanted to say it. Her smile was long gone. It had ran off to America, or France, or somewhere far away. That was not how she had wanted to say that. If she had glanced around, she was sure that everyone in the common room was looking at the twins. She had not wanted to say it like that. But she had, and she couldn't change it now. Stupid tongue.