"Because it would give you more friends?" she tried, even though she knew that he wouldn't agree with her. Still, he was here and talking to her after months, so things couldn't be so bad. "Thank you," she answered, knowing that it was a compliment. "The thing is that being a Gryffindor doesn't mean we're thick. My grandfather was a diplomat and no one can lie as good as them. We can even be ... diplomatic. It's just that when something is right, we fight for it."
She chuckled. "Well, you can see for yourself, and he is a Gryffindor, too."
"Or maybe you understand that what he's doing has little to do with bloodlines and traditions and a lot to do with his thirst for power. Besides, you are hardly the only ones. The Malfoys, too, and they have friends." She kissed his cheek softly. "Jacob, love, I know you don't believe it, but they have friends, just like you do. The fact that they, much like you, choose to behave like no one cares, it's more about them than their friends."