A/N Thanks to all!

Boogie: A dramatic chapter? Why, I'm honoured! The best I normally get is 'It started of dramatic, but then you got ADD'. See, now I'm updating, so you have to update yours!

Lec: HAA HAAA! LOOK WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER!

Anonymous user: Hey buddy. Thanks for reviewing again. I think I know you. You're the kid that was locked up in the school basement because his girlfriend was ah-noyed with him and wouldn't let him out. You also are my ex-boyfriend, the one that I dumped… eh, I don't remember my reason, although I swear I had a good one! I remember how we got together, though! I accidentally knocked your mum off the stage during the class production of the Christmas Carol, and you were so thrilled that someone took revenge on her for yelling at us for a quarter of an hour. Good old SH, lol.

Arabella waited somewhat nervously outside the door of Professor Raskind's office. It was during her free block, before ALL of her classes, and she was scheduled to have a mandatory 'counselling' session. Gulp.

So, how do you feel about that? Erm, feel about what?' That. Oh, THAT, well, I still have no idea what you're talking about.

Arabella shook her head and carefully knocked on the door.

'COME IN, dear!'

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THERE IS A SOCIOPATH INSIDE WHO WANTS TO AXE MURDER ME!" Arabella screamed.

'OF COURSE I DO, WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK THAT I TOOK A JOB AT THIS SCHOOL? TO HELP VOLDEMORT OF COURSE! MWAAA HAAA HAAA! OH, LOOK, ITS POTTER, HARRY NEXT AVADA KEDAVRA!' A maniacal woman with blue hair and red eyes screamed as she burst out of the door, waving an umbrella and an axe.

'Dear? Are you coming in?' A woman with jet black hair, pale freckled skin and glasses asked, poking her head out the door.

Arabella shook her head, clearing the daydream (yes, people, there is no sociopath armed with an umbrella, axe, blue hair, and red eyes) from her head, and stepped inside the office.

The room resembled all of the other teachers' offices, except there was a large couch in the corner, facing a green arm chair. There were loads of pillows on the couch, and a lone stuffed teddy bear. That looked possessed. It even had its arms out in that zombie I-am-going-to-walk-and-walk-and-walk-and slam. Alright, continuing.

'Hullo, dear, I'm Professor Raskind. So, this is just a normal evaluation, because with the war and all I believe it's necessary to make sure that the youngest members of society are okay.'

'Of course.' Arabella smiled, ready to leave, as she slowly sunk down on the couch.

'All of you Slytherins are sooo polite!' The Professor smiled.

Or really good actors, Arabella smirked.

'So, you get along with everyone?'

'Yes. Except the Gryffindors, but that's to be expected.' Arabella smiled.

And so it went. On and on and on. Arabella had begun to space out and wonder if the bear was going to attack her when the shrink's words brought her firmly back to earth. 'So dear, how many of your friends are active participants of the war?'

Acting casual, Arabella replied, 'None to my knowledge.' She smiled sweetly.

'Alright, dear, if you say so.'

On and on and on.

'Alright, dear, you can leave.'

'THANK YOU, YOU AH-NOYING WOMAN! I HATE YOU AND ALL THAT YOU STAND FOR! I AM NEVER EVER NEVER EVER SETTING FOOT IN YOUR HELL HOLE AGAIN!'

'Thank you, see you later!' Arabella smiled, biting her tongue to keep from screaming, and walked out.

She was so deep in thought, replaying the conversation, (and keeping an eye over her shoulder to make sure the insane teddy bear wasn't about to attack her) that she didn't even notice the approaching person until she walked smack into him and fell hard on her back.

'OUCH!' She yelped.

'Sorry, doll.' Seamus Finnegan extended a hand to help her up.

Arabella recoiled. 'Are you mental? Get away from me, you Gryffindork! Ugh, watch where you're going!'

'So-rry!' Seamus grinned.

'Whatevs. And I just bought these robes. Now I'm going to have to burn them because they came it contact with a filthy half-blood!' Arabella snarled, still on the floor.

'Aah, but wouldn't you just have to wash them? I thought you only burned things that came in contact with Mudbloods?' Seamus laughed.

'No, we poor acid all over whatever has been touched by a Mudblood.' Arabella joked before she could stop herself.

'Ahh, so the Slytherin Princess really does have a sense of humour?' Seamus sat down next to her.

Instead of responding to the affirmative, Arabella sniffed. 'I have no idea why it would matter to you.'

'Because it shows that you're human.'

'And you're a cow.' Arabella got to her feet, as Seamus did the same.

'Out of my way, half-blood.' Arabella sneered.

'Come on, we were just having a conversation. No need to get all snippy with me.'

'I don't have conversations with Gryffindorks.'

'What about Ginny?'

'There are exceptions to every rule.'

'I see,' Seamus bowed. 'Your highness.'

'Finally he learns how to treat his betters.' Arabella sniffed.

'Of course, I always did. But you are not my better, you are in fact, younger than me.' Seamus grinned, moving closer to her.

Arabella opened her mouth to protest when she realised he was, in fact, standing very close to her.

'Move back, perv!' She shoved him, knocking him into a tapestry covering a passageway.

'Ehmagawd!' She giggled as she saw his flailing legs disappeared down the way, followed by a crash and a muffled ugh.

'Have fun getting out, Finnegan.' With that, she swept off.

Something in the back of her head pointed out that he was completely opposite from all the other guys in her house, who would have told her it was her fault that they ran into each other. Stupid brain.