Max: Huh. Reminds me of that guy Melody stupidly used to like. I forget his name though. *looks around* Hmm, everyone seems to be having fun. I guess that's good. The party doesn't really interest me.I have no intention of getting a big head, so all of the people telling me I'm great and I did wonderfuul is honestly a little boring. There's no interesting conversation, just praise. *rolls her eyes* It sickens me how people are in a trance when they see me just because I'm pretty or I'm talented. I'm popular, and I hate it. *turns to glance at Hermione sadly* *makes eye contact, emphasizing her next words* Because they don't see me. They just see what they want to see. They see a pretty girl with shiny hair and a brilliant smile, or they see a tool that could win them the Quidditch Cup, or in the case of during class, they see a smart girl who could possily study with them or do their homework. Butr they don't see me. None of them do.
