They then continued to explain their absences. Fortunately – I suppose – Bella’s ankle was only twisted and, with the help of the Weasley twins, she managed to get to the Hospital Wing, where she mentioned me. Apparently, this was fantastic since now they know who I am.

I couldn’t agree more. After all, I always find it more enjoyable when I actually know the person I’m making fun of!

Ah, sarcasm – a dying art.

I felt like collapsing from the scream coming from the small container. When I was about to subside, I felt an arm swoop under me and sweep me up.

“You should be more careful.”

I was half expecting Oliver to be there, knowing my luck. Instead, it was a new face. His red hair flattered his blue eyes, which were looking down on me now.

"Anne on the other hand, is more natural. She’s funny.”

“Funny, are you kidding me?”

Nothing out of the ordinary happened. I got up, didn’t hit my head or anything; walked around the grounds; didn’t accidently get bitten by anything; I got changed, nothing odd there; Got picked up by Adrian – I mean Pucey, not the most enjoyable experience but nevertheless, fine; had a drink, a bit sweeter than usual but…

Wait a moment! Why was it sweeter than usual? HOLD THE FLOO POWER!

Anne did not even reply. She walked, practically ran, away from Amy towards the castle, leaving the sound of her stifled sob behind.

You were a bit of a cow, surely you could see that?

“Not again,” moaned Amy to herself.

Even though I knew the plan would fail absolutely – having tried to pull the same stunt last year with Amy - I decided that it was still worth going along. I can imagine all of us gathered in the Three Broomsticks, attempting to persuade Madam Rosmerta to let a bunch of lonely, under-aged witches get bladdered.

It was probably a bad idea anyway. I’m sure Professor McGonagall will not find it funny and I’m sure nobody would like it if a thousand points were to be taken from Gryffindor.

I marched over and placed the order, then collecting the drinks for the other table. When I came to the crowd of Gryffindors, they all seemed slightly shocked.

“The nerve,” muttered Amy.

“We can kill him, you know,” said George wisely.

“I don’t mind,” added Fred, reaching for his own wand.

“Nobody’s killing him.” Not yet. “You’re not allowed to use magic outside of school. Besides, I think I can perform my own murders, thank you,” I replied with a smirk.

Of course, Magda did the opposite. Not only did she prance around the place like she knew something, she would actually hint it.

“Yeah, shame about those points. All I can say whoever’s fault it is will keep her lips sealed…from now on.”

...

“Oh yes,” said Bella. “It was very Adramatic, wasn’t it?”

“Indeed,” agreed Amy. “It was all very Puc- I mean juicy.” Why not just spell it out in fireworks? That would make it less obvious than what they were doing.

And everyone had forgotten it! I swear, if Professor McGonagall knows what’s good for her… she will not meet with me once I leave Hogwarts and get a job. I do not just forget things…

Note to self – add McGonagall to the list. After all, Malfoy’s name must be very lonely after all this time.

“Adrian!”

“Jeez, just tell me what’s wrong then.”

“Sorry if the thought of my worries p****s you off,” I retorted, crossing my arms - and my legs.

I had to think fast. It would only be a matter of time before they deduce that Hermione was lying. After all, I hardly jumped out the window – I’m not that stupid – and boys will be guarding the common room. I thought for a moment, wondering if anyone was looking in the boys’ dormitory. Perhaps if I get a costume…

No. Time to be serious.

I retreated back to my dormitory, slamming the door behind me. I was practically blowing up by all the fury that was bubbling inside of me. I was ready to tear him up - tear the whole room up - and rip everything around me to shreds. I wanted to destroy all that I could see. I didn’t want anything to be whole, to be complete, to be happy. The one thing I desired at that moment was for everything to feel like I did: bitter and broken.

All of a sudden, I noticed a few odd things that I couldn’t quite explain. Like why was Magda and Bella looking at me in that way? And what was with that goofy smile of George’s face, I mean it’s cute and –

OH MY GOODNESS!

Looking out the window, I sighed. “I think we’re here.”

“So good-bye.”

“The end of another year.”

Amy’s face became serious as she said, “The end of another life.”