Author's Notes: Sorry for the wait…I've been busy and writing an original story, but bear with me and I'll keep writing.

Don't fill your mouth with gluttony.

"Cravings: that's how it all started," grumbled Ginny. "I like eating. Is that a crime? Food is my remedy in life. After we disposed of Voldemort—scrawny little bugger—I didn't have much to occupy my time. Naturally, I invested my time and money into eating. My mum started worrying once I stopped fitting into the sweaters she makes me at Christmas-time. They were always about 10 sizes to big—more like dresses—until recently. I started worrying when I ran out of money to buy food. I sold most of my furniture on ebay in order to fund my growing list of groceries…not to mention my emergency calls to pizzahut. All of their employees recognize the sound of my voice." Ginny paused to take a sad breath. "I even put it on speed dial," she admitted. "It saves time and energy, very handy."

"Tell us about the incident," the eerily calm counselor folded her manicured fingers across her lap and adjusted her glasses. "In order to…" she prompted.

"Conquer our anger," the class responded.

"We must," she continued.

"Confront our mistakes," monotonous voices droned their mantra.

"Please continue, Ginevra."

"Oh bugger. I called for the pizza and requested a party-size with mushrooms, onions, pepperoni, sausage, peppers, pineapple, ham, olives, and extra cheese. And what did they bring me? Regular amounts of cheese. Keep in mind that I hadn't eaten for two hours at this point—atrocious, I say! I was just filled with this horrible feeling! I can't truly describe it; it was bloody awful. I was just upset down to my core! I felt like my life had no meaning. I asked myself, 'how dare they do this to me?' I punched Harold Luven IV in the nose."

"Harold Luven?" the counselor questioned cautiously.

"The pizza delivery boy."

"Oh, please continue."

"As I was saying, I punched him. He hurts me; I hurt him. Fair is—"

"Ginevra," the counselor interrupted, "we must conquer our anger, not fuel it."

"THIS IS BLOODY RIDICULOUS!" one of the other members exploded. "I have been waiting here listening to this lard blabber on! I need to leave! I have work to do! This is a waste of time!"

"Ms. Granger, please. You'll be next."

"Fine." she grumbled incoherently.

"Now-who knows what Ginny did wrong? Yes, Bob?"

"She got revenge while she should have been doing her breathing exercises."

"Very good. Let's all practice our breathing exercises together. Claire, could you please lead us?"

"It would be an honor!" she chirped.

"I hate happy people," Hermione said not-so-quietly to the man next to her.

"Breath in-2-3-4, out-2-3-4, in-2-3-4-5, out-2-3-4-5, in-2-3-4-5-6, out-2-3-4-5-6, in-2-3—"

"ARRRGGHH!" Hermione jumped up from her chair. "I REFUSE TO LISTEN TO THIS HAPPY CRAP FOR ONE MORE SECOND!" Hermione Granger then began to destroy things. The pictures of sunshine and butterflies were the first to go. Their deaths were followed by the heads of the bunny stuffed animals and afterwards their bodies. The inspirational banners that 'believe in you' were ripped into many pieces and scattered across the room.

The counselor, Erin Chesna, squealed and ran out of the building. Ms. Granger dismissed class. "Hermione," Ginny greeted the raging lunatic still destroying things. Hermione stopped in her warpath long enough to give a grunt of greeting. "Er—how's—erm—business?"

"I've been fired until I complete this class!" Hermione started eyeing up Ginny's head and then cackling. Ginny feared she might end up like the headless bunnies. She ran away as quickly as she could…which wasn't even a power walk.

Author's Notes: Soooooo sorry about the wait. Next chapter will be up much sooner (hopefully). Please Review. Please. I beg of you.