She turned over the locket which had bestowed her name onto her. She traced the letters, neatly carved into the metal. They spelled out her name: Margasmille Triste Zorganth.
It was the only thing she had left of her parents after they had died in a tragic, generic accident, leaving her with her very distant relatives(5th cousins twice removed) who cared not for her, and made her do gross chores like the dishes. Who knows why she hadn't been left with the guardians left in her parents will or, failing that some friend of the family or blood relative who wanted her. Perhaps her parents had no friends. Oh, the mysteries of life.
In any case, this locket proved that her parents definitely, truly, absolutely loved her.
The words etched into the locket defined her. She liked to trace the locket with her fingers and cuddle up to it at night.
As she walked into the subway, pausing only to carefully wipe a single crystalline tear from her sculpted cheek, she started in surprise.
An ad covered the wall of the subway station. Per usual, an unfairly beautiful woman, only matched by Margasmille, held up the object being marketed- in this case, a locket by the brand of "Margasmille Triste Zorganth."
Margasmille Triste Zorganth clutched her heart, and hurdled her precious locket toward the wall of the ad. It broke with a click- the cheap plastic couldn't withstand the force of a couple pounds of strength.
"Perhaps it was an expensive locket, maybe my parents owned that company, or tha-" she broke off, her cheeks red and gasping.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE! MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!"
"What is up with that girl?" Harry nudged Ron in the direction of a wailing, mascara-running teenager. She was on her knees in front of an ad, sobbing and yelling obscenities. Her tearful face looked up to see the two boys staring at her, and Harry quickly ducked his head and kept walking.
"I dunno, but if she keeps up that bloody yelling I'm going to hex her."
They impatiently waited for the subway, all the while trying to ignore the grief-stricken girl who was now beating at the ad.
"You get all kind of crazies in New York," Harry said knowledgeably, tapping his chin.
Ron reached for his wand. At that moment, the subway train screeched to a halt in front of them. They boarded as fast as they could. They only had two more days in New York, and time was not to be wasted.