Stink. The foul smell assaults my senses as I awake. WHY? I want to scream aloud. WHAT HAVE I DONE? To be honest, it's all a haze.
I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror. SNEAK. She did it. That wicked, frizzy haired hag – what was her name again…Hermione Granger? Yes, it's her fault. I'm permanently disfigured. I HATE HER. She's ruined me. I'm tormented wherever I go. Dumbledore's Army…yes, yes, that's what they called themselves. The Blood Traitor, yes, she named them.
I was honourable, I told of their plot. My mother works for the Ministry…I have a duty…I told…I wanted to tell more…but I can't remember…Professor Umbridge thinks I'm keeping something from her…Am I? I am no longer welcome anywhere. Cho…Cho…Oh Cho, she defends me, but I know, I know, what she really thinks of me….SNEAK.
The stink. Oh, yes. Someone has sent this to me. Why? They hate me. Everyone hates me. These Dungbombs – who're they from? Well, I can't have them found on me. I've got to hide them somewhere. Somewhere where they won't be found…but where I can find them, find them and use them on whoever gave me such a gift.
And I know exactly the place.
SNEAK. Insult has turned compliment for the moment. I easily slip to the corridor. 'I need a place to hide these…I need a place to hide these….I need a place to hide these."
Well, that worked well. A huge room, full of contraband. Is it real, or is the room providing it for me? It doesn't matter. I stroll up and down the aisles, looking for a memorable place to store the Dungbombs.
They slip from my grasp as I open my eyes wide in astonishment. I do a double-take, and rub my eyes to be sure I am not dreaming. I'm not…it's right there in front of me…It's not possible…but, in a way, it must have been inevitable…I was destined for this moment. They don't love me now…They'll have to fear me, respect me, and adore me soon. I reach out – it hums with power, I can feel it radiating. I lift it off the old bust it crowns, and place it over my own brow.
Well, well, well…Sneer at me, will you? Shun me? Disfigure me?
Now you will all bow before me, Marietta Edgecombe, Recoverer of the lost Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw.