Clara laughed, a light and happy sound with just a hint of maliciousness in it. “Well, if he suddenly disappears, I guess I’ll know why…” Unlike the nosey Gryffindors, Clara knew to look the other way except in cases when she absolutely couldn’t. If Theo Nott died of mysterious circumstances five years from now, she wouldn’t have even thought of saying something.
She continued to smirk. “Daphne and I came to an…understanding a couple years ago.” Clara was certain that Sara would know she was referring to her date for the Yule Ball. “She didn’t seem to understand that I didn’t like being the subject of gossip. So, I tried to reason with her. Then, when that didn’t work, I showed her a hex I learned… it seems she didn’t want it used on her so she stopped talking about me.”
“Of course, it took a few more little hints and a few threats to her cronies, but she eventually backed down.”
“And you sound so enthusiastic about that,” Clara laughed. “Maybe you can steal an invisibility cloak. Might make coming and going a little easier.”