The next few weeks went by in a blur. Valentine's day came and went. Pranks were played, detentions given and served, Raynie's private lessons had started her in second-year spells, and the twins landed Raynie in the Hospital wing a couple times a month. Fluffy was as violent as ever making Raynie visit the hospital wing a few more times. He had gotten so big; Hagrid had to keep him tied to a tree in the Forbidden Forest. Unfortunately all the happy times came with some unpleasant ones.

"you think you're so smart because you can do all the new spells on your first try." A girl in her year said as she pushed Raynie down, "I bet you think you're better than us don't you?"

"Just because you spend all your time with the older students, like Cedric," another girl said, this one a Ravenclaw, "and that Charlie Weasley."

"You lose so many points for our house, there is no way we have a chance at the House Cup." This attacker was a boy.

The Students did not even give Raynie a chance to speak, not that she tried. She knew what was going through their minds and there was nothing Raynie, or anybody, else could say to change that. Raynie did not even fight when they spelled her. She did not plea when they stuffed her into a suit of armor. She did not even make noise as they walked away. She did not want to give them that satisfaction. She knew she would be found sooner or later, she just hoped it was before nightfall.

Raynie fell out of the suit of armor two hours later. Her rescuer, Professor Sprout (and the Fat Friar) sighed and flicked her wand to release Raynie from the spells that bound her.

"Who was it?" Sprout asked when she gave Raynie the ability to speak again, something she had not noticed was gone.

"No one ma'am" Raynie said rubbing her legs, "I just got stuck."

"Nonsense," Sprout replied, "If you just got stuck you would not be spelled like this."

"With all to respect Professor, this castle is magical, the suit of armor might have been booby trapped." Raynie said is a calm voice.

It went back and forth like that for a while. In the end Sprout let Raynie go, with a note to excuse her for being late. The trudged into Defense Against the Dark Arts, she disliked this class, something always seemed to go wrong. The Professor scowled at her, it was her third time being late in two weeks. He opened his mouth to take points, and then Raynie held up her note. The Professor snatched it from her hand and read it. He scowled some more then pointed o her seat. Raynie obeyed the unspoken command and took her seat next to soft-spoken Alexis FreeWing. The two of them were not friends, but the girl did not shun Raynie like the rest of the girls did. Raynie tried not to sit next to the girl too often, for fear of what the others would do to the nice girl.

"I'll copy the notes for you later," Alexis said, "We are on page 236."

Raynie just nodded. She had learned long ago that if SHE spoke in this class, she would get punished. She just opened her book to the desired page and began reading. She only had a moment to glance at the page before the book snapped shut in front of her.

"Now that you all have had enough time to review the material, it is time for a quiz," he said quite malevolently. Several students attempted to open their books, but to no avail. He flicked his wand and parchment flew from the front of the room and landed before each student.

Raynie glanced around, by the panicked looks on some of the students faces she could tell he had promised them more time to study. The Professor smirked at her, as if saying 'there is no way you will pass this quiz.' Raynie blinked. Than her lips curled into a smirk of her own and her eyebrows raised. She looked confident. Not just confident, she looked cocky. Then she looked at her paper and smiled some more before glancing up at the Professor. She recognized that look he was giving her, she had done her job right. She had spent months cultivating that smile. It made people want to slap her. She HAD been slapped by a few, which resulted in several suspensions and firing of staff in her old school. Raynie could see that he was at the end of his rope. All she had to do was do well on this quiz and he would be putty in her hand. Well almost putty. Thank you Professor McGonagall for making me read ahead.

She turned in her quiz quickly. Not the first, but before most students. Many gave her death glares as she moved to and from her desk. It actually hurt. It was not her fault he cut the study time short, it was not her fault she knew the answers and they didn't, and it wasn't her fault the Professor was a childish arse that hated her.

The Professor's quill blazed of over the sheets of parchment, grading them one by one. Raynie did not understand why these people didn't use pens like muggles, they were so much easier to use. Raynie watched as the Professor's quill glided over a test, not touching the parchment, searching for a wrong answer. Eyes bulged and an angry scribble was placed at the top of the parchment. There was a pause, than the scribble was calmly crossed out and replaced with something new, a triumphant smile on the man's face. Raynie knew it was her quiz.

Raynie's heart sank as the quizzes flew back to their owners. As she hand guessed, her's was the one that was untouched. On the top right there was and angrily written 100, but it was crossed out and replaced with at "ZERO." Raynie knew there was no point in complaining. She knew he was wrong, but there was nothing she could do about it. Slowly she began packing up to leave with the other students.

"I deserve an Outstanding," she said as she left the room. If the Professor heard her he acted as if he had not.