So Chapter Two! This chapter has got to be dedicated to everyone who has ever been picked on, laughed at or bullied, this chapter is for all the outcasts out there. Remember, being different is not a bad thing, it just makes you unique and amazing. Enjoy the chapter :)

Four years exactly had passed since she was sorted into Ravenclaw and since then she has grew quite at home there. The common room in all of its blue glory and the Hogwarts library was her personal sanctuaries. After a long day of class and odious homework, Evelyn would often retreat to her little section of the library where the muggle novels were kept. Evelyn had complained to Madame Pince on numorous occaisions that the section desperately needed more books. Little Miss Selwyn, now a fifth year, had almost worked her way through the entire collection that the library held.

The library only really held bestsellers and classics such as Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Rebecca and The Lovely Bones. If she was to ever want to read one of the less popular muggle books then she would be out of look. Despite the small amount of books left available in the library, Evelyn still had the books she had brought with her from home. One of which, was a particular favourite of hers called shiver.

However, Evelyn was not sitting amongst the dust covered books in the library, burying her nose between the pages. She was in fact sitting at the start of term feast watching the little first years nervously get sorted. It felt like barely no time at all had passed since she was one of the tiny little firsties, waiting to discover that she was an Eagle. Only three more years before Hogwarts ended. Only two more years and she would be an adult! Well, technically it was a month and a year. For in exactly a month and thirteen days, she would be sixteen. Still, the whole becoming an adult thing seemed daunting and slightly strange. It would feel odd to perform magic outside of school.

Her thoughts of the future however were quickly brought to an end. She had noticed that a pair of dark green eyes was watching her and, despite his efforts of hiding it, Evelyn could clearly see the boy was smirking. This boy was Michael Murcia. Since the day they had met they hadn't got on very well at all. Michael was a prankster and Evelyn was usually the victim of his jokes. Many of the names she now got called around school had started with him.

Swat, book basher, nerd, teacher's pet, freak...

They weren't particularly original. And the names no longer hurt. What did hurt though was when he and his friends would play practical jokes and poor, unsuspecting Evelyn was the target. One time last year, he and his brother Caleb had fed poor Titan puking pastels. When Evelyn got to her dorm room that night she found Titan laying on her bed in a puddle of golden sick. A small note had been left on her bedside table simply saying 'from Michael'. Luckily, Caleb had graduated now. Evelyn was quite happy to see the back of him.

Looking across the hall Evelyn glared at the Irish boy. He was plotting something, scheming something terrible that would embarrass Evelyn. Michael winked at Evelyn before turning back to face the front and watch the sorting. Evelyn was still highly suspicious. The sorting soon ended and great gold plates filled with tantalizing food appeared along with goblets of sweet smelling drinks. Evelyn avoided the plates of chicken and pork and instead began to fill her plate with some delicious herby tomato pasta before adding a sprinkling of mozzarella on top.

What was supposed to be a small sprinkle soon turned into a mountain when someone's elbow collided with Evelyn's hand. She should have been able to guess, there was only one girl who was that clumsy. Evelyn looked to her right to Charlotte Heddle's face slowly turn a shade of red. Charlotte was very fake. She had fake nails, fake eyelashes, and fake tan. Her hair on her head had extensions in and she used magic to maintain that beautiful golden colour that seemed to glow. She wore eye contacts to make them seem a lot bluer than they really were. Most girls at Hogwarts were pretty natural, but Charlotte was like a living Barbie doll. She was, however, a very nice girl if a little clumsy.

"I am so sorry!" she said looking guilty and embarrassed "I was trying to get the mash and I, well I bent my elbow, but I didn't see you! Well I saw you but I forgot you where there, that was until I knocked you and now...well, now look what I've done"

After first meeting Charlotte, many begin to question why the sorting hat placed her in Ravenclaw. The truth is she is very intelligent. Easily distracted, but intelligent all the same.

"It's ok, Charlotte" she said smiling, she was in a good mood and was finding the whole situation slightly amusing "I like cheese, don't worry"

Charlotte looked relieved like a naughty child who had just been told that all was forgiven. Evelyn sat in silence as she ate away at her pasta and, a lot of, cheese. Charlotte was happily nattering with the other Ravenclaw on the table. Evelyn wasn't terribly sociable, she talked to Charlotte and she spoke to the little kids that she tutored but she mainly stayed to herself.

"So, why is Michael staring at you?" Charlotte asked as if she was about to hear some juicy gossip. Evelyn's head shot up and sure enough Michael was staring at her. He quickly became very interested in the salad when he saw that Evelyn was looking back. Now she felt sure he was planning something. He was staring. Staring! It wasn't the odd look from across the hall, it was nearing stalker behaviour.

"I have no clue" Evelyn said slowly looking away from him and returning her gaze to her meal. She felt uncomfortable thinking that Michael might be watching her. Evelyn preferred to remain on the sidelines and watch rather than be centre of attention and get watched. "I really wish he would stop though, it's creepy"

Evelyn tried her best to ignore him but every so often she would look up and see that he was still watching. Then she suddenly looked up and he was gone. You weren't supposed to leave the feast and besides there wasn't anything to do if you did leave. Closer inspection also proved that Michael wasn't the only one missing. His best friend, Jay, was also missing. Whatever they were doing, Evelyn was just pleased that it didn't involve staring creepily at her.

Desert came and they had returned. Much to Evelyn's delight they were too busy talking to others on their table to look her way. Now feeling more comfortable, Evelyn began to nibble away at her chocolate cookies. They were delicious with big chocolaty chunks.

It was her favourite desert and whenever it was available she would have it. Back in first year she would sneak extra's up to her dorm and secretly eat them as she would try and get to sleep. Her bed would end up with crumbs but it was worth it for the sweet taste of a crunchy cookie. Her moment with the cookie, however was brought swiftly to an end when an owl came swooping into the hall. The barn owl had a white face surrounded by a frame of golden feathers. Evelyn had picked the owl four years ago and it was the perfect messenger. It was quick and never got its job wrong. But Evelyn hadn't sent it anywhere tonight, so what was it doing?

As the beautiful bird landed in front of her she realised that quite a few nosy people were watching. It became evident why. For inside the tight beak of the owl was a scarlet envelope. Someone had sent her a howler. But why? And who would send it? Perhaps it was from her mum, perhaps she had left the water running at home or something? Or perhaps this was the first mistake that the little barn owl had ever made?

Never the less, Evelyn took the envelope from the bird and began to open it. The letter came to life, now resembling a face. A long ribbon that had been wrapped around the outside of the envelope now acted as a tongue. This letter-person didn't look happy either. Then it began to shriek. Its voice was horrible, like nails on a chalkboard. It resembled a cat that had been stepped on or the high-pitched sound of screeching metal. Not only was the voice terrible, but what it was saying was too. An endless flow of insults seemed to just fall from its mouth.

Evelyn's face soon started to resemble a tomato as embarrassment swept over her. All around her people were laughing. Even Charlotte, who Evelyn would have called a friend, couldn't help herself. Finally after about four minutes of screamed insults, the howler tore itself up and a pile of red paper fell to the table. But the laughter continued. And she knew who had done it. The letter had ended with the same signature, the same little note that he left on all of his dirty, deceitful little pranks. From, Michael.

That was low. Michael messed around, he made jokes, he played pranks, but what he did tonight was just cruel. Tears were starting to form in her eyes and as she looked over to the Gryffindor table she could see both Jay and Michael laughing hard. Others on their table clapped and cheered, others just laughed. Every now and then Evelyn would see the odd the face that wasn't laughing, that actually looked quite sorry for Evelyn. The staff table didn't look happy at all.

She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and looked up to see the kind face of Professor Sprout. Evelyn began to follow her out of the Great Hall and as she looked over her shoulder, Evelyn could see she wasn't the only one being pulled out of the hall. Both Michael and Jay were being led away by Professor McGonagall. All Evelyn wanted to do was go to bed and forget the whole awful event. Tomorrow she'll be what everyone will be talking about and right now she just wanted some time to curl up and cry.

Names didn't usually hurt her. They were just names. But the insults that had been shouted at her back then had cut deep. But what hurt the most was that everyone had found her pain funny, hilarious even. It wasn't fair at all.