"Honestly, it seems like you only talk to me when you need something from me." Her friend, Silva, said while she pursed her lips and looked away from the girl. She knew she was only joking but it still made her guilty nonetheless.

"Come on, Sil. You know my parents are still not over me being in Ravenclaw, I can't risk being seen even close to that house." Sapphire almost begged at her.

"Imagine actually being in Gryffindor!" She shot back. "Ugh, the house of bloodtraitos, mummy always said. I can't really blame her, atleast you're in Ravenclaw! What I would do to be in that house." She sighed, "maybe I won't be much of a disappointment."

"Hey," Sapphire rested her hand on her friend's shoulder comfortingly, "you are not a disappointment, okay? Your family can just go fuck themselves."

"Especially Emma?"

"Especially Emma. She can go fuck a troll." Silva chortled at that, making the other smile.

"Fine, I'll do it." She said, taking the hand off her shoulders. "Even though I don't approve of it. You should be careful, Saph. I don't think your parents will approve of you mingling with her... kind."

Sapphire didn't really want to argue again with her about the topic so she just nodded along.

"Ok, I won't be long." Silva said as she marched off, leaving the blonde to herself. She watched as Sapphire began munching on the Christmas feast.

As she exited the Great Hall, she couldn't help but sneak a peek of the small note her friend wrote. After reading it fully, a melancholic expression filled her features.

She never wrote anything like that for her.