Polly sat alone in the common room, staring at the flames in the fire. Everyone else was down in the great hall, eating their evening meal. But not Polly. Polly was with the flames. They flickered and danced, taunting her. Their formations glittered and seemed to say: 'You've lost it all Polly, you're noone now.. nothing'. "No, I haven't lost it all. I'm still in control" She muttered under her breath, frantically trying to keep hold of reality. "Polly, it's all gone, all gone, you're better off dead," the flames whispered to her. Red and gold and orange. Flashes of light and crackling noises buzzed around her mind. The flames mocked her, as they rose higher, taller, stronger than before. A sofa caught fire, and Polly felt the heat of the fire swell around the room. She knew what she'd just done was stupid, but it was time they all paid for what they had done. The blaze stretched its hungry fingers, tickled the old wooden ceiling of the common room. It reached the heat sensors of the fire alarm, and a low wailing rang throughout the corridors and classrooms of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry. Polly was starting to feel sleepy, as the smoke rushed up her nostrils, threatening to send her in to a hazy oblivion. the corner of the room she was slouched in, box of matches still in her hands was getting hotter and hotter. She could feel it's anger, it's fury. She felt comforted, this fire knew how she felt, it's wrathful glee swelled as the room grew warmer, and the end of Polly's life drew closer. It was a life full of hate, and jealousy, and deceit. Noone would miss her much. She had no friends, no family that cared. To her family she was just the mistake, the misfit in the lineage. Her parents and siblings were all beautiful, hair as dark as ebony, and eyes as blue as the sky. She, on the other hand, was ugly, and starting to get fat. She had told everyone she was an orphan, because she hated her family for how they made her feel. "Polly, Polly, dead and gone, Polly, Polly, it won't be long" the blaze chanted, sneering. "I wanted this, this is what I needed." "Polly, Polly, say goodbye, Polly, Polly, you're gonna die" "No, it wasn't my fault, I can't help this.." "Polly, Polly, don't you dare tell, Polly, Polly, you're going to hell," "I'm too hot, I need a drink... Help me, someone" "Polly Polly, it's already too late, Polly, Polly, you can only wait" The heat of the fire over came her, and the entire world spun around in her mind, as she fainted. The flames licked her face like a pet cat, blistering, scorching, and melting. The last moments of Polly's life, were filled with anger, heat, pain, and despair. Her lonely suicide.