A note to my readers: I know everyone seems out of character right now, but I promise that it will all make sense by the end of the story. By the way, this story is before OotP, okay? I'm too lazy to add that into it… lmao… Also, about all of the sentences starting with 'I'- I ( LoL) wrote those five chapters about a year ago, and this is a totally new chapter- my story writing has changed now, honest. Thanks for reviewing!

--Your Faithful writer

After practice, Lianda, another sixth year, which was watching, pulled me inside for a game of chess.

"Yeah, I know you hate this game," she sighed, "but I really need to drill this into my brain if I want to even have a shot at making the Chess Team Finals. Wonder why Ron isn't in it, though? He'd do really well."

"I suppose so," I replied, half-heartily.

She looked at me comfortingly. "What's wrong? More Harry troubles?"

"Not exactly," I answered. "More like Hermione trouble. She's changed so freaking much and I can't understand why."

Lianda pulled out the chess set, putting the pieces in all of the correct places. "I overheard McGonagall talking to Flitwick the other day; Hermione still has the top grades. What was it she said? Oh, yeah… 'Her academic performances are still to the extreme… Maybe we should give her extra lessons…' or something of the sort. She's still a genius. Pawn to C3."

"Really?" I questioned. "That's odd. If she's got this act, why does she keep up with her grades? An intelligent skank? I've never heard of that before. Knight to C4."

"Goes to show that you never really know," she said. "Hey, look, I'm a poet and I didn't know it!"

I rolled my eyes.

•"•"•"•

The next morning, I acted on impulse. Racing down to the Great Hall, I ran to the front of the room where there was a box, a pad of paper, and a quill. After writing my name on the paper, I slid it into the box, dearly wishing I'd just be able to get away from the drama of Hogwarts.

I'd thought about it through the whole night. Why call a place like Hogwarts your home? Everyone hated the responsibilities of classes, and with all the drama and hating of one another that went on in the school, everyone disliked it even more

So then I discovered… what was the point of staying when I could get away from it all and try something new? Since I couldn't quit school, why not go to another and see what it's like?

A few days later, even with that attitude, I found myself nervously teetering on the edge of throwing up with anxiety. I was shocked at how much I had become to depend on leaving. School wasn't even bad; everything was actually quite good, given the circumstances.

That night at dinner Professor Dumbledore stood up. The Hall immediately fell silent. "Students… it is now time to decide on who should travel to Phenynrics. Professor McGonagall, the box, if you please. Thank you."

He muttered something underneath his breath and the top popped off. Reaching his hand inside, he pulled out the first sheet of parchment. "Draco Malfoy."

"Colin Creevy," came next. He went through a list of students I'd never heard of and others that I knew quite well. Finally, when the last two students were to be announced, he called out, "Ginny Weasly," to the crowd.

"Yes!" I exclaimed under my breath.

"Lucifer Knotsa," was the last one named.

"All right," the Headmaster said. "After dinner tonight, the students named will need to go to their dormitories and pack. You will be leaving first thing tomorrow morning."

As he said the last words, our food appeared.

Harry came to my side. "We need you! I cannot believe you did that to the Quidditch team!"

"I thought I needed you, and I can't believe you did that to me." I shot back, and began to eat.