Juliet's POV

I sat on the windowsill. The girl's wing of the Hufflepuff dorm was dark, I was the only one. The sun shone mockingly through the large circular window pane. I could see quidditch players flying around on the green, and the care of magical creatures class chasing after knarls. I was supposed to be in arithmancy right now, but I didn't want to go. According to my older sister Rosalind, Professor Vector always gave loads of homework and honestly, numbers are boring. Who would even miss me? No one. No one ever even takes any notice of me. And on top of that I'm in Hufflepuff. Great. No one ever pays attention to Hufflepuffs. 'Hufflepuff is just there for the the ones they feel sorry for' my dad always says. My dad was in Slytherin and my mum was in Ravenclaw. My twin sister Ophelia is in Ravenclaw, so everyone loves her.

I slunk off the window and sat on the cool stone floor. After staring blankly into the dark abyss for a few minutes, the door creaked open letting in a flood of light. A golden head popped around the door. "Juliet?" The girl asked, squinting into the dim room. She flicked her wand and the candles around the room illuminated. Show off. As my eyes adjusted to the poisonously bright light I could see her a bit better. She was really pretty. I decided I hated her. I shrugged my shoulders, "yeah," I said. "Well what on earth do you think you're doing, twiddling your thumbs in here?" She said exasperatedly, "Professor Vector is not going to be happy." Who did this girl think she was? The headmistress? Besides, wasn't twiddling my thumbs, I was thinking about how awful my life is. This girl was probably at least a couple of years younger than me as well. Whilst Ophelia and my older sister Rosalind are overachieving, popular, and pretty, I am the one who can't even seem to hold a wand properly. As a result I've been kept back. I went through third year last year and now I don't know anyone in my year. It's so embarrassing. I'm just surprised I haven't been expelled yet. Really, I should be in an even lower year, but my dad bribed the school AND my mum's the professor of potions.

"Fine, I'm coming." I murmured, getting up.

"No you are not." The girl said. I loathed this girl. Could she just make up her mind?

"Um, who are you?" I asked. I knew I didn't have to sound so rude, but I didn't care - I already have no friends, and I certainly don't want her appreciation.

"My name is Hermia." She said. "Now for heaven's sake, come on!" She added exasperatedly.

I was about to resign myself and go with Hermia, but then I stopped myself.

"No." I said.

"What?" Hermia shook her golden mane. "Fine. If you want to fail and get in trouble and possibly even expelled, fine. You can stay right here." And with that she strode off, her slightly high heeled school shoes echoing down the hallway. She hadn't even closed the door.

I couldn't believe I'd won. I'd won. Of course I had, why should I take orders from these puny little third years?

I was just settling back down when the bell went. I had Herbology now with Professor Longbottom. I supposed I should go. I didn't want to make an enemy of all the teachers, and Professor Longbottom was decent enough.