At least I'd get first pick of food instead of having to fight for it.

Seriously, if you even touched James' eggs, he stabbed you with a fork. Not enough to draw blood, but pretty damn close.

All of us had encountered the Egg Guarding Stabbing James at some point. He was not a nice character.

 

 "Hello, Weasley. Punched anyone lately?" I bristled, and my already present anger grew.

"Well, I must say, you weren't winning beauty contests before, but now you just look like your personality - rotten inside and out." Something flashed in her eyes.

 "I'll see you later, Rose." He walked into the Great Hall. I took a second to stop myself from laughing insanely and went in as well, still smiling. He really liked me.

And my name sounded so pretty when he said it.

Merlin, I sounded like a love struck teen. But then again, that's what I was.

 "So, what do you plan to do when Slytherin obliterates you in a month's time?" I almost started to shout at him, but I restrained my inner demon and instead went for a completely different approach.

"Well, I believe I'll go ice-skating with Satan, then ride my flying pig to the moon." Scorpius snorted, and immediately tried to cover it up with a bout of fake coughing.

 A man spotted us and ran over. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie, and some sort of red cylinder hat with a gold tassel. Albus probably had one.

"Greetings! Are you looking for a costume?" Well, yeah, that's usually the reason someone comes to a costume store.

Dang. I was letting my inner sarcastic voice speak out of turn.

 Georgia Goyle would never hurt any of my friends again.

If she even got close, I was going to make sure she was unable to hurt anyone, for good.

I kept eating robotically, feeling a tiny seed of hatred being planted in my heart.

 “Ms Robins and Ms Weasley, would you care to tell me when the Giants first attacked the northern side of England?” Daphne gulped, but luckily I already knew the answer since my mother had basically force-fed me textbooks in the holidays.

“In 1849, sir...July, to be exact.” Professor Binns stiffened, and turned back to the chalkboard with a small humph, ending everyone’s attention. Daphne grinned at me, and kept talking.

"Thanks for that, girl. Good thing your mother fed you information instead of breakfast everyday.