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Lissy Longbottom 
Cale followed her and joined her on the ground. It was surprisingly comfortable up against the wall. "Yeah. And then, for those of us who had clean nails, he called us liars and told us that only babies lied, and then he made us sit in bowls of water and wet our pants, like babies," he explained. He had no idea why he was telling her such an embarrassing story, but she had to know how horrible that Borr man was. "You're lucky they're not torturing you there. I'm never going to another Ministry lesson. Really, I'm not."
He picked at a few pieces of grass that were poking through the floor boards of the run down shed. Stupid Ministry. They were taking away every good thing he had at Hogwarts.
"Well, I'm sure you didn't look like a lollipop," he said with a grin. "Unless you felt like copying me and going curly with your hair. Maybe then you would have resembled a lollipop," he chuckled. "No, I'm sure you looked really pretty."
"What?" he asked, completely confused. "All I asked was a simple question. What was so funny about his name?" he asked, wrinkling his eyebrows. "Come on, tell me, it can't be that bad!"
"Wow. That's really horrible that he made you do that," she said, shaking her head in disgust. She was surprised he was telling her that information. It must have been really embarrassing for him. She really felt sorry for him that the professor had made him do that. She almost wanted to reach over and hug him again, but she refrained.
"The ministry lessons aren't the greatest over at our school either," she explained. "Would you believe I have to rewrite a muggle song and dedicate it to Clara Belle? Not only that, the professor is going to pick one of us to go SING our song to both Clara Belle and her new new husband - the minister!
"Going curly with my hair?" she asked, remembering he'd never known her when she didn't straighten her hair. "Oh, Cale! You weren't here during my first and second years! I straighten my hair! It's full of curls!" she explained. "Look, I have a picture." She pulled out a picture of her very first year at Hogwarts, curls flowing in every direction down her back.
"Uhhhh, my horse's name," she said, leaning her head against the wall. "Okay, don't laugh. It's just, you've become such a good friend to me, I named him Newell."
THAT was embarrassing....