Hazel was crying.

She didn't exactly know how long she was there. Or when she started shouting. All she knew was that she was in pain. Her best friends were gone. And she knew that they had given up friends like that before, she was there when they would say 'goodbye' to said friends. She also knew that those 'friends' had tried to be 'friends' with the twins again, but were either flipped off, or given the cold sholder.

Hazel felt like shit.

She was mad. She was sad. She was thinking of suicide. But she also knew that she wasn't serious about that last one. Though felt bad about feeling this sad, it wasn't like either or both were ever her boyfriend(s). Having a threesome with them would be wierd, so she never even considered it. But she had used to have crushes on them, they were good looking (meaning HOT) so who could blame her. She had kept one of those crushes for a long time, but it ended up disapating mid-fourth year, which was only last term.

Hazel was screaming.

Knowing that no one was gonna end up coming to the lake today (seeing as though it was raining quite heavily), so she did the tipical 'What the hell' and started screaming bloody murder. No one would hear, so it really really didn't matter. So she screamed for all the people heartbroken. She screamed for her anger at them. She screamed for Fred's stupidity of her feelings. She screamed for George not noticing how upset she was when they left. She screamed for just plain screaming.

Hazel was furious.

Why couldn't they have anything just 'anything old with a hint of boring' about them? What with their bright red hair and bright blue eyes. And their chizzled Quidditch toned body's and dimpled 'take your breath away' smiles. Their perfect amount of freckles and mischievous sense of humour. Why couldn't they not be perfect? Why couldn't they not be her very best friends? And why had Fred just have to be a self-centered, arrogent, ass-face? Only now after what happened, the purple-haired girl realised what the girls at Hogwarts mean when they say 'George is the sweeter one'. She gonna stop trying to convinse them that both twins are 'equally sweet'.

Hazel was scared.

She didn't exactly know just what was living in that lake. But seeing as it was dark now, and she was hearing splashing, she suddenly didn't want to be near it anymore. But it was after hours. And she really didn't want Hagrid to see her with makeup running in dark lines down her face, her purple hair sticking to the makeup, bloodshot eyes, and her bright red face.

Hazel felt like her heart broke.