Hurrying away from her terribly disastrous potions class, her small beautiful ears were flaming with embarrassment. Cheeks red, and hand slightly bleeding, she knew no one would run after her, nobody would even remember it the next day, perhaps in the next hour. And why? Because nobody knew her. Nobody ever looked her way, and teachers even had a hard time remembering her name. And her stupid mother giving her the name she had, and the name that made her who she was.