“Violet, hello Violet have you even been listening too me?”  I jerked my head feeling guilty that I hadn’t even registered a word my best friend had said since I woke up from my dream. Exasperation coloured her features as she continued her constant ever bewildering babble of nonsense.

Holding my head up I walked slowly towards the entrance hall of Hogwarts, as rain fell like bullets, sliding silkily down my skin. I attempted to ignore the glares and glances being directed at me, focusing instead on the heat and warmth that I was sure to meet on entering the great hall.

I had been awake for the last six hours watching the clock. My mind was abuzz, spinning, furling, curling, and whirling in delight, impossible scenarios clouded my vision- prancing around my head in  a never ending march. Every though I seemed to posses revolved around William. I felt pathetic for it but every time I thought of him my stomach began summer-salting in delight.

Lily, Nancy, and Gaby waltzed into the room, their hair dancing out behind them.  They seemed startled by Jemima’s wail and after seeing what had befallen her, Lily skipped over mending her nose with a simple wand flick.  Turning her eyes towards me questioningly she whispered in Jemima’s ear obviously concerned with my mental well-being...

I was convinced that James Potter was on the edge of a mental break down. He could be seen staring at his food morosely, something that shocked all people as normally within two seconds there was no food left on his plate, noticing this Sirius promptly helped him out; he could also be seen staring off into the distance, cursing anyone who dared to tread on his nerves (including Lily), and several times I swear I saw him jinking Slughorn. To sum it up, he was being foul. And there was one reason for it, the upcoming quiditch match.