Gerald reached the place where he was supposed to meet Theodora in a very sour mood. He couldn't get Isabella's fight out of his head. Why she couldn't understand him? She should have at least tried or asked for an explanation from him, but she didn't.
Just like every other time, she declared him guilty and fit for the punishment of her choice. And Oscar... he never opened his mouth unless it was an emergency.
Isabella was his friend, his family. She should have supported him and not Bertha. She didn't even know what Bertha makes him feel and then just ignores his entire existence.
"Nobody understand me."
Filch heard him say and was quick to rub its head against his chest to tell him that he did understand him. Gerald chuckled softly at the niffler's action.
"No not even you! Don't you get upset evey time I spend time with Theodora?" Gerald reminded him.
