I, Adriana Taylor, wasn’t crazy.
I was more so furious or semi-decently pissed to put it very lightly. For the first time in my seventeen years of living, I had been cheated on, cheated on! And of course by non-other than Sirius Black. King Arse of Gryffindor alongside his little group that were called the Marauders. I honestly had no personal vendetta against any of them- of course this was until fifth year. During which I played hard to get with Black and Lily played ‘you will never get’ with James Potter.

I pouted childishly, my lower lip protruding sadly. I nudged my paper closer to Derrick, hoping that he would sneak a peek at my exam. But of course he was to busy chatting with his friend Damien Walsh who was sitting a row over, about Quidditch. I rolled my eyes this was getting annoying. I murmured quietly, yet loud enough for him to hear,