But George didn’t feel ill, just a knot in the stomach and an overwhelming feeling that she was clearly about to join the ranks of the Hogwarts ghosts. The fourth year didn’t need an audience for that, even if the audience was Thomas, the best friend George might ever have hoped for.
“Please, Thomas…” the Ravenclaw tried again, trailing off when she realized she didn’t have any convincing arguments.
“Please, Thomas…” the Ravenclaw tried again, trailing off when she realized she didn’t have any convincing arguments.
She/Her/Hers OOC and in her own narration.