Does the term ' tired out of your fucking mind' mean anything to anybody anymore? I mean it's only natural that I, being a teenager, would want to sleep as much as possible. And right I was seriously lacking in the sleep department. You would think that I would be able to sleep on the train but steam engine trains are LOUD! Think of the most annoying nose in the world and times it by ten. So when I complained to Dumbledore about how he should shorten his beginning of term speech because some of us would like to sleep all he said was:

"The train ride is for you to relax and that includes taking a nap if you so wish it."

Um, obviously he doesn't remember how loud the train is. Anyways so that is where I am now. Sitting in the Great Hall 'listening' to the start of term speech. Oh joy! And you know that feeling you get when you know someone is staring at the back of your head. How creepy is that? Well, I have that feeling right now and I really am not in the mood to glare at someone.

I turned around to see Jamie Felix staring in disgust at my hair.

"See something you like James?" I scoffed.

"Its Jamie" She sneered.

I love doing that to her. Annoying her just to annoy her. Now if the sorting hat was smoking something when it sorted me, it must have been on LSD or something when it sorted Jamie Felix. I mean, she's not that stupid but the poor girl lacks common sense, streets smarts if you will. And the girl is convinced that Draco Malfoy secretly wants her.

"Yeah yeah yeah, just stop talking, your voice gives me a headache."

"Well your hair gives my eyes a headache!" She retaliated

Did she seriously just say that? "Did you seriously just say that?" I asked trying not to burst out laughing. Fail.

"Well I rather like her hair." A voice said from behind me. Oh no. Draco Malfoy. No, I did not recognize his voice that would be creepy. The fact that Jamie screeched and started fixing her hair 'inconspicuously' gave that part away.

"Remi?" The voice behind me said. I could tell he was smirking.

I turned around and said "What, are you taking up stalking me now?"

I have no idea where that self-confidence came from but I was going to use it to my advantage.

"No I have no intention to stalk you and I have no idea why anyone would want to stalk someone…like you" He said this while taking in my appearance.

Oh, no way. What the hell?!

"Excuse me?! Did you have a reason for striking up this lovely conversation?" Sarcasm, my native tongue.

"Yes, in fact, everything I do has a reason." He said "I was told to inform you that Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office as soon as the feast lets out."

And with that he strode away. And yes, I did want to trip him in that moment.

~Hidden Hearts~

"WHAT!" I screeched "You said I had time! That I could tell him whenever I wanted and that I would know when that time was!"

"Yes I am aware of this, no need to remind me Miss Remington" Dumbledore said peering over his annoyingly-slightly-more-than-half-moon glasses. And what's with the 'Remington'? I told him I hated that. "However when informed you of this life-changing information and told you I would leave it up to you to inform him, I never fathomed that it would take six years. However now that I know you better…I guess I should of fathomed it" He finished with a chuckle.

I stood up and started apcing about his overly crowed study. Who even needs so much stuff? However, even though I may give off the impression that all his hoarding annoys me to no ends, I makes e feel safe. Like, being in his study with all these weird knick-nacks about me, I feel protected. Although, now that I think about it, I there was a spontaneous earthquake, I would be buried alive under all this crap.

So much for safe.

"Miss Remington? Did you hear anything of what I just said?"

"Yes, yes I heard you." I manage to umble while biting my fingernails and pacing backing forth.

"Well, then I shall inform you that Professor Snape is on his way-"

A sudden knock on the door cut him off. 'How cliché' I thought.

"Do come in" The professor called out to the visiter.

"Good Evening Albus, Miss Remington" Professor Snape said with less emotion that the most emotionless thing in the world; Yeah, that emotionless.

'You've got to be kidding me' I thought

"Really Professor? You just had to take everything into your own hands? You couldn't even begin to think that maybe, just maybe I had in fact been planning it my way since you told me. That maybe I have been gearing myself up for this for six years?" I ranted all while never once looking Professor Dumbledore in the eye, instead choosing to stare at the shrunken head on his desk right next to the music box.

Professor Dumbledore looked affronted and doubt was clearly etched on his face now as he sat back down in his desk chair.

"Talking that way the headmaster, Miss Remington, could gain you a detention!" Daddy Dearest kindly informed me

"Bite me." And with that I hightailed to my dorm, not once looking back or stopping to catch my breath.