Polly was still angry at bed time. She had just spent 3 hours pacing the Griffindor common room, muttering things like, 'I'm going to kill that fucking bitch'. She was NOT a happy bunny. She sat down next to Jessika, who was sat hunched up over a textbook, frowning slightly. "Jessika, do you realise that that little rich snob has a Versace dress on." (They might be witches, but they DO have taste, for God's sake!! And they do know their muggle designers too.) "This is school, why is she wearing that. She is so stuck-up, looking down her little plastic nose at everyone and everything," she ranted. "She's actually quite nice, you know Polly. I spoke to her up in the library when I went to get this," Jessika brandished the book, "She was telling me about what it was like at Beauxbatons. She's funny too." "That's right, you go take her side. She doesn't like you though, no-one here does. I heard her talking about you to Oliver, what was it she said? Oh yes, I think the words ' pathetic little cow' and 'no wonder no-one here likes her' came into it," Polly lied. "That's not true," Jessika murmured, but there was no conviction in her voice, and Polly knew she had won. "So, you agree that she's a bitch?" "Yes Polly," Jessika replied sadly. "And you're lucky that you have a friend like me?" "Yes Polly." "And if you didn't have me, who would you have Jessika?" "No-one" "Good, so don't you forget it!" Polly turned and stormed off, out of the hole, which was the entrance to the common room. Jessika bit back the tears. She really had believed that Melody was being nice to her. She felt her insides crumble. She was the butt of yet another joke that Polly had told her about. Then Melody entered the common room with Oliver in tow. Jessika gathered up her stuff, ran up the stairs to the dormitories, threw herself on the bed and sobbed as though her heart was breaking in two.