You're So Irritating

Chapter 5

Daphne groaned as she got out of bed and looked around her dorm. Pansy wasn’t anywhere to be found so she was probably already at breakfast. Tracey on the other hand could be heard singing aggressively in the bathroom. She was far too cheerful in the mornings, Daphne decided. As she staggered out of bed, Tracey came out of the bathroom with freshly-washed dark curls bouncing behind her and the room suddenly becoming humid. Daphne looked past her to see the bathroom filled to the brim with steam. Ugh it was gonna be hell using it now.

Guess that’s what I get for waking up late. She thought miserably.

“Oh good morning Daphne!” Tracey said happily while gathering her books and fixing up her uniform. Daphne was appreciative of the Slytherin colors, not because she liked green, but because they went well with everyone's color pallet. The uniform suited her paleness just as much as it suited Tracey’s dark skin tone. She couldn’t imagine trying to pull off Gryffindor red or bright hufflepuff yellow.

“Hey Trace, good morning.” She replied. Honestly, her and Pansy joked about it, but they both secretly adored Tracey’s positivity. It honestly did make the morning more bearable. “Are you heading down to breakfast already?”

The other girl laughed as she put her hair up in a bun. “What do you mean ‘already’, there’s like 15 minutes until classes start. If anything, I'm running late.” Tracey then quickly turned to Daphne guiltily, “Sorry I really thought I should wake you up but Pansy told me not to.”

Upon hearing the time Daphne jumped up hurriedly and started to gather her things. “Shit shit shit, being late to potions is the worst. I’ll just have to miss breakfast. Oh and don’t worry about it, it’s not like your my mother.” 

“Ok, well don’t worry about breakfast, I’ll save you something and sneak it to you at potions.” 

“Thanks so much Trace you're a lifesaver.” Tracey smiled to herself at the nickname

After hurriedly going through her morning routine and hurriedly throwing on her uniform Daphne had left her dorm looking a mess, but had made it to potions on time. Thank Merlin her first hour was so close to her common room, because honestly this hassle was becoming a bit of a daily occurance. Well that was a bit of an exaggeration, maybe a weekly occurrence at most. As expected most of the class, including Granger, were already there. She dropped into the seat next to her and pulled out her books while simultaneously greeting her seating partner. 

“Morning Granger.” She said a little out of breath. 

“Morning Greengrass. I’m impressed how fast you got here today, might be a new record honestly.” Although the comment was snarky, Granger’s tone was nothing but playful which made the blonde laugh a bit. Daphne really did appreciate these little interactions between the two since they were fun but, to her disappointment, rare. She and Hermione Granger worked together well enough and were friendly but not necessarily friends as Granger was still a bit closed off and consequently, Daphne never really knew what to say or how to start a conversation. She definitely wasn’t closer to knowing Granger’s type either. It had only been like two days though, maybe she shouldn't be so cynical.

She was about to respond but felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned to see Tracey standing beside her holding some toast and pastries. 

“Oh my Merlin thank you so much Trace! No way I could have made it through the day without you.” Daphne said appreciatively while taking the goodies from Tracey and hiding it under the desk. 

“Yeah no problem Daph. Alright, I gotta get back now before Snape gets annoyed.” She said.

Daphne turned back to her food, eating it improperly fast. She turned to Granger to ask about how her hair looked but found the girl eyeing her food hungrily, the next second her stomach could be heard growling. Granger turned bright red, almost matching her jumper. 

“Sorry about that.” She said embarrassingly. 

Daphne grinned and teased back, “Well, well, looks like i’m not the only one with poor time management skills. Missed breakfast?”

“Ok well I don’t do that every single day!” Granger responded with a grin and eye roll and everything.

“We can share if you’d like y'know.” Daphne offered.

“Oh, um, yeah that would be nice thank you.” Honestly, she didn’t have to sound so surprised Daphne thought, it was a bit amusing though.

As they shared their food secretly, Snape droned on about how he had graded their quizzes and felt the class had earned a satisfactory grade and so they could proceed to actually preparing ingredients and making potions. So basically they would be spending the day chopping up weird plants and slimy animals. 

“Ok let's split up, I’ll get the ingredients and you can gather the tools.” She heard Granger say. After each girl completed their respective task they set up their desk and quickly began the preparation. After all the quicker they worked the sooner they could be done with the class. Unfortunately, Daphne got stuck gutting some worms while Granger got the plants. She couldn’t stand their texture or the way they would leave sticky, oily residue on her hands. 

Granger must have noticed her discomfort because she offered to switch so that Daphne could do the plants, much to blonde's relief. Apparently, Blaise and Adrian had a similar problem but no solution because Daphne could easily hear them arguing in front of her and was pretty sure half the class could too. 

Blaise continued to pester Adrian, “Mate, Come on, if you do the worms this time i’ll take care whatever you don’t wanna do next time!”

But Adrian remained firm, “No way, I got the ingredients so I decide what I get to do.”

Realizing he had no luck with his partner, Blaise turned to Daphne to bargain, “Daph, please just do these worms for me and I'll do your plants AND buy you whatever you want from honeydukes later.”  

Daphne had to laugh at his desperation, “Nuh uh, me and Granger are basically done.” And this was true, Granger had finished preparing the animals, washed her hands and was already preparing the cauldron and Daphne had just finished up hers. “There would be no point, besides I am more than financially solvent to fund a hogsmeade trip thank you. If you and Adrian wanna be done in time you guys better stop being so dramatic and start working.” Blaise groaned and turned back, but much to everyone's delight, did in fact start working. 

Daphne was about to start on the next steps but was annoyed at her hair continuously falling in front of her face, she didn’t wanna fix it herself due to her hands still having traces of the worm slime and dead leaves stuck to it. She also didn’t want to walk all the way to the one sink in the classroom and wait in a line just to fix her hair and get her hands dirty again, so instead she just said “Um Granger, my hands are dirty so do you think you can fix my hair?”

The shorter girl looked up and nervously agreed, she came closer to push the strands back behind Daphne’s ears, but her knuckles brushed her cheeks, making Granger become instantly surprised. 

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “How are you so cold? And in September, there’s no way this is healthy.” Granger now had her palms pressed to Daphne’s cheeks feeling for her temperature, and Daphne might have been cold before but she was very quickly heating up now, she could feel the blood rushing to her face. But that was just because Granger had very warm hands, which honestly felt really nice against her freezing face. And soft hands too. 

“Oh- um, well yeah.” Daphne had to take a deep breath to remember how to not stutter, Granger was still holding her face after all. “Probably cuz my dorm’s under the lake and I don’t really go out in the sun much.” She said as monotone as she could muster

“No wonder I always see you wearing jumpers.” Daphne smiled and laughed out of her nose. Granger must have realized how long she had kept her hands there because the next second she turned just as red as Daphne probably was and retracted her hands quickly. “Anyways, you should really go outside more, sunlight’s good for vitamin D.” she said very matter-of-factly.

This time Daphne actually laughed. “Whatever you say mum. Anyways, you like looking at me?”

Granger turned to look at Daphne with a surprised and semi-panicked look on her face, “Huh?” she asked

“You said you always see me wearing jumpers. Does that mean that you like looking at me?” Daphne explained smugly.

The other which seemed genuinely taken aback as she jumped to defend herself, “What no, we just pass each other on the way to class sometimes and-” 

“Relax Granger, I was just having a joke.” Daphne said rather amused. Granger huffed still blushing and turned back to their work, but was wearing a ghost of a smile. 

The rest of the class was rather uneventful and it came to an end rather quickly with the pair being satisfied with their work. As they packed up and prepared to leave, Potter and Weasley lingered near their desk to wait for Granger and Daphne did not miss the nasty look Weasley was shooting at her. Honestly, it was a pathetic attempt at appearing intimidating. Tracey must have noticed too, because in a very obvious attempt to annoy the red-head, she waved through the hostility and said, “We’ll see you tonight Granger” a bit to cheerfully, causing the boy to huff and usher his friends out of the room quickly, but not before Granger waved back.

As they proceeded to their next classes and split away from Tracey, Pansy laughed at the way she had to get on Weasley’s nerves, “Cute, She’s far too cheerful all the time but she’s still a Slytherin huh.”

Daphne agreed, but then actually comprehended Tracey’s statement. “Wait, why would she say we would be seeing Granger tonight though?” 

They took their seats in the back of Sprout's class and Pansy looked at her in disbelief. “Daphne… are you serious?! The very first mandatory prefect-head meeting we have tonight! The one where we have to share our reports of the last week and a half. Oh Merlin’s beard don’t tell me you forgot!’” She exclaimed with worry lacing her voice.

Across from her Daphne was sure she had contracted some sort of stomach disease the way she felt so extremely nauseous. She had definitely forgotten. By proxy she had also forgotten to even start her report on how the group of students (which was way too large) she had been assigned to monitor were assimilating to Hogwarts, if the student facilities were working up to par, scheduling issues,  and any changes she felt should be made. Which meant that if she did not make a wonderful report by tonight and show up to the meeting on time she could very well get her prefect title revoked.

Being too ashamed with herself, Daphne opted to not answer Pansy and instead just stared straight ahead with a blank look on her face trying to hold back tears of anxiety, however, this did not stop her friend from pestering her. 

“Daph how could you be so irresponsible! They laid out this date for us as early as having it in the letter that informed us of our titles!” Pansy said getting more annoying by the second. Daphne wanted to disappear right then, they had been friends for a while, could she not tell that Daphne was already mad enough at herself and didn’t need the extra lecturing? She took a deep breath, still ignoring Pansy blinking back tears. She knew whose fault this was, but it was as if Pansy’s remarks, no matter who validated her, made her regress back into a little girl who she felt like she had to defend. 

“Ok well that was ages ago! They couldn’t think of sending out a reminder or something?” She finally snapped. 

“They did . I imagine you weren’t paying attention to who it was from and saved it for later, but then later never came cuz you just threw it on the pile of other letters you’ve been saving for later!” Pansy sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

Daphne's complexion shifted from pale with worry to red with embarrassment. As a kid she had foolishly signed up for so many magazines and subscriptions that she had too much mail to keep track of, so Pansy’s assumption probably wasn’t too far off. “Yeah... well you probably imagined right.” She replied quietly. 

Daphne held her head low in defeat. Becoming a prefect was one of the first things she had been proud of herself over. How she had beamed and smiled when the news was announced to her family. She hadn’t forgotten the way Astoria bragged to her friends her older sister was a prefect, or the way their parents claimed she was a “natural-born leader”. She was surprised at first. Out of every student in Slytherin, she got picked? Even over the 5th and 6th years? But Dumbledore himself approved the list himself, so she must have been worthy. Well she didn’t feel very worthy now. What kind of perfect would forget a responsibility as simple as making a stupid report? She felt a heavy feeling in her chest at the realization that even Dumbledore makes mistakes. She had basically given up, accepted her resignation. But Pansy hadn’t.

“Whatever it’s gonna be alright.” Pansy stated through her teeth. 

Daphne rolled her eyes, “Don’t try to comfort me with some ‘It doesn’t matter whether you're perfect or not’ bullshit-”

“No, No. It obviously does matter to you. I mean it’s gonna be alright because it’s barely even 2nd period which means we have the rest of the day and a lunch period to half ass a report before 6:00, which probably won’t be that great, you’ll make sure it’s enough. Okay?” Pansy states confidently. Truthfully, she thought it was a long shot, but she knew how much this meant to Daphne and she didn’t like seeing her so hopeless, especially if there was even a fraction of a chance she might be able to fix this. 

Daphne still looked doubtful, “Pansy, you know how the teachers get when we're not working on only their classwork… besides there's way too much information to gather to make a good report.”

“So? You’ll bullshit some information, it'll be fine. And I’ll try to help you with the classwork.” Pansy said confidently. And when Pansy looked that confident and held that much faith in Daphne, it was too hard for her to not try. 

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The full day Pansy and Daphne thought they had was actually more like a half day with the way half of their teachers had some annoying hands on lesson they had no way of getting out of and the other half were continuously strolling around making sure their students only focused on their class. The only times Daphne had managed to get some good work done was Transfiguration and lunch. After classes, she only had a couple of hours to finish basically her entire presentation. This was not turning well for her. 

Pansy had left early since Heads had to be there at 5:20pm and Tracey was stressfulling checking her report and making any last minute edits. Daphne silently noticed that Tracey’s report was much greater in volume than her own. Moments later, Tracey decided to leave too. 

“I keep stressing so I think I'm just gonna get to the meeting a bit early so I can stop thinking about it so much.” Tracey said nervously. “I’m sorry I know we were supposed to go together but-”

“Trace you don’t have to defend yourself, it’s perfectly fine” Daphne said as nicely as she could muster, still furiously writing away.

At this Tracey seemed to ease, “Okay great. I know you're still trying to finish your’s but it’s 5:40 already so just don’t lose track of time alright? It’s better to come with a semi incomplete presentation than to be late.” Daphne just grunted in response. Tracey turned to leave, but then sighed and turned back to go to Daphne and gave her a reassuring squeeze on her arm. “And don’t go crazy over this Daph. Just stay calm and confident during the meeting, okay?” Daphne squeezed back Tracey’s hand gratefully before she left but stayed silent so that she wouldn’t end up crying and looking stupid. Daphne hardly ever cried, but that meant she was at risk of sobbing at every minor mess up, and currently she was in a pretty big mess up. 

Time passed as Daphne kept working on her report, when she looked up at the clock, she almost died right there. How did I manage to fuck this up even further!? She thought as she continued to inwardly curse herself. It was 6:06. She was late. She was late to the first meeting of the year with a half-assed prefects report. She threw on her shoes, quickly combed her hair, grabbed her report and ran as fast as she could to the Hogwarts meeting room. She didn’t even have time to wave back to Astoria which she would apologize for later. She was also extremely worried at the moment given that the only decent, not at all BS’ed part of her report was about how her group had assimilated to Hogwarts so far, and that was because she had collected intel from her first-year sister. The other parts weren’t complete lies, but they lacked… foundation. 

Finally, she reached the room, but the attempts she had made to appear professional before she left were now in vain due to the sweat rolling off her forehead. Quickly she wiped it off as she looked at the clock above the door. 6:10. Why is this castle so damn big? 

She straightened up her posture and whispered the password. “Swallowtail butterfly.” 

The door whipped open and she walked in sheepishly and all heads turned in her direction. The first thing she noticed was how much the room was. The Hogwarts meeting room was wide and circular with maps of the school and surrounding cities adorning sections of the walls with the other sections having small, detailed paintings of animals like Phoenixes, Unicorns, Tikbalangs, Sharabhas, and many many more, all running around interacting with each other. There were floating shelves drifting around the room, filled with scrolls and books and crystal balls. The room was brightly illuminated despite there being no apparent light source, and Daphne had to cringe at the unmatching color scheme of the room, which was a combination of every color from the four different houses. At the top of the room was a dome with the four founders painted on. In the center of the room was a large square table with five seats on each side. One for the teacher of each house, and the other four representative students. Slytherin faced Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw faced Gryffindor. Daphne noted the empty seat at the Slytherin side and quickly strode to occupy it.

“Miss Greengrass, you’ve finally joined us.” Said Snape in his notoriously monotone voice. Daphne couldn’t tell if he was relieved that she had shown or seething with anger. Of course she was a Slytherin, so he still treated her better than most of the students, but she also knew he favored Draco Malfoy above all and was friends with his father, so sometimes she got the feeling he harbored ill-feeling towards her for occupying a space that would have otherwise gone to Malfoy. 

She glanced over to see Tracey giving her an encouraging smile, Pansy looking relieved but a bit constipated, and Theo looking like he just got his soul returned after losing it for centuries.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, “Right, Sorry Professor,” She then turned to address everyone, “Sorry, everyone for being late, I lost track of time for a bit and then the moving staircases really messed up my route.” The last part was a lie, but she needed a good excuse.

Dean Thomas saw this as a perfect opportunity for a segway for his own agenda, “Speaking of the staircases, I propose that we should get rid of the moving ones all together” there was some mummer about this, “I know it’s a big change, but me and Hermione have noticed a similar trend with both our groups of the staircases being a huge obstacle to getting to classes and meals, and just being an inconvenience in general. Especially to the muggle-born students who haven't ever used one.” Thomas was being perfectly logical and polite in his proposition, but it didn’t stop Terry Boot from rolling his eyes and trying to hide a scoff.

“Those staircases have been a part of Hogwarts since its founding!” he asserted, “It doesn’t make sense to get rid of them just for the comfort of muggle-raised students.”

“Why not?” Angelina Johnson challenged

Boot appeared as if his entire livelihood had been attacked, “Well because they're not a part of muggle society anymore, they’re a part of wizarding society here and those staircases are a part of that! The muggle-born students will get used to them.” As he stated this, Daphne noticed Granger’s face getting redder by the second.

Padma Patil retorted, “Well it’s not just for the muggle-born students, even Greengrass said she just got sidetracked by them. They’re just generally inconvenient.” Daphne inwardly cringed as the attention was brought back to her and the improbability of her earlier excuse. She was a pureblood, it wasn’t likely that she would be tricked by the stairs.

It appears Filtwick noticed some tension as well since he jumped to his students defense, “I think what Mr. Boot is trying to say is that the stairs have been a tradition here and getting rid of them would be a big change-”

But Granger cut him off, “With all due respect professor,” she said with a firm calmness while looking right at Boot, “If the main reasons to keep something are because of tradition or because it’s ‘To big of a change’ then it doesn’t have itself much of an argument. Isn’t one of the goals of this meeting to foster change? Besides, every single year Hogwarts takes in a growing population of muggle-raised students, including half-bloods. It makes perfect sense to make this change so that a majority group here can assimilate better. It would also improve overall academic performance if so many people aren’t becoming late or missing class entirely because of circumstances we have made them so ill-equipped to deal with.”

“Ok so they’ll learn to deal with them-!” Boot tried to interrupt, but Granger didn’t stop.

“Furthermore,” she said loudly, “oftentimes people will say ‘wizarding society’ in place of ‘pureblood society’” Daphne noticed the way she said pureblood society with slight disdain in her voice, “And they’ll ignore the distinction as a way to ignore the needs and customs of muggle-raised students even though they are very much a part of Wizarding society. But Hogwarts isn’t meant to be a pureblood society, I'd even go so far to say it isn’t meant to be a part of Wizarding society. It’s meant to be a school and an institution for education. And Dean and I are offering proposals on how to better Hogwarts based on that. ”

Boot looked absolutely livid, but he didn’t have any good argument to refute Granger’s points. No one really did. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Pansy was the first to speak up.

“Um, I support that notion as well.” She said awkwardly after clearing her throat. Granger looked absolutely astounded that Pasny would not just agree, but support her goal as well. After that it was basically solidified that the stairs would stop moving.

The rest of the meeting went by with a lot less tension, but basically everyone had offered some sort of input except for Daphne and she was starting to grow weary of her lack of participation. Maybe she was paranoid but she could swear the professors were shooting looks at her, almost asking if she had anything to say. She had already shown up late and had the least prepared presentation out of everyone, so she decided she had to add something to protect her title and spoke up,

“Uh, well, my group of students hasn’t really had a problem getting used to Hogwarts given that a majority aren’t muggle-raised.”  She swore she saw Granger roll her eyes at her, as if Daphne could help the issue, which irritated her a little. “But it appears a lot have been feeling homesick.” She hadn’t really thought about what to say after this but the words kept rolling off her naturally. “Which is why I think we should expand the school Owlry so that more students can reach out to their families more often. I highly doubt homesickness is exclusive to my group only, and as Granger alluded to before, we should make things more accessible to muggle-raised students, so I think having more school owls available to everyone would be a good way to help those who don’t have enough resources to get their own owls and making it so more people can write home at once.” This seemed to win back Granger who now was smiling slightly, making Daphne feel a bit proud of herself. 

Everyone else seemed to agree with her as well which put her slightly at ease. Professor Snape asked if she had anything more to add to which Daphne replied, “Not particularly, all the infrastructure seems to be working fine and there aren’t really any scheduling issues.” She tried to say this as confidently as possible knowing that she hadn’t actually thoroughly inspected either. Much to her dismay though, a few faces looked a bit skeptical and confused, and she noticed that Weasley looked far too victorious.

“Really?” He inquired, “ ‘Cuz before you got here Davis was just telling us about how the water in the underclassmen Slytherin bathrooms stops working randomly and that the heating hasn’t been working. Y'know, given the Slytherin dormitories are under a lake I would think that imposes a bigger problem.” He said far too smugly.

Once more, Daphne inwardly cringed at her slip up and how even more unprepared she appeared now. It must have been a bit obvious that she had not tried her hardest at the report now. Still tried to defend herself, “Yeah, well I guess that was mainly just a problem for the area Tracey inspected.”

“But don’t the Slytherin bathrooms all use one, connected pipe system? I don’t think it makes a lot of sense for just one area to be experiencing a problem that nowhere else is.” He replied feigning innocence. 

“Yeah. I guess it doesn’t.” Daphne said through clenched teeth. From embarrassment or anger, Daphne didn’t know, but she was red in the face. The only thing she was sure of was that she really wanted to punch the red-head. What right did he think he had to put her on the spot like this? How did he even know about the pipes? Daphne was a Slytherin and even she didn’t know about the interconnected pipes.

Everyone noticed the inconsistency in Daphne’s report, but luckily no one brought it up again. Daphne stayed silent for the rest of the meeting, which after her mishap went by pretty quickly. 

Daphne was embarrassed to say the least, but she still thought she had gotten through the meeting pretty safely. She thought about apologizing to the professors but decided it would be better to not draw attention to her irresponsibility. But it turned out she didn’t have too, because as the students left the meeting room, Professor Sprout cleared her throat,

“Miss Greengrass, could you stay back here for a moment?” she asked guiltily. Daphne felt a lump form in her throat. I should have ran out faster. Pansy, Theo, and Tracey all shot her stressed and worried looks, but who was she to refuse the professors?

“Of course Professor.” She replied back nervously. She turned back to her friends, “Don’t wait up for me ok? I’ll just meet you guys back at the common room.” If things went south she didn’t want to be crying infront of her friends. They just nodded and left.

She took a seat on one side of the table again with all the professors across from her. McGonagall spoke up first, 

“Miss Greengrass, although your owlery suggestion was very illuminating, we couldn’t help but notice your report seemed a bit incomplete.” She gestured to all the reports that were left to them. “Not to mention that it didn’t seem to align with your other housemates and you were late to this meeting. Do you mind explaining what happened?” Daphne felt like she was shrinking into her seat by the second, Sprout must have noticed because she quickly felt the need to clear the air.

“We're not trying to belittle you dear, this is all just unusual and we want to understand the situation. Please just tell us truthfully what happened.”

Daphne didn’t want to lie, but she didn’t want to tell the truth either so she just opted for something in between, “Well if i’m being honest, I just wasn’t keeping tracks of the schedule or dates very well so I kind of had to rush the report, and then I lost track of time tonight as well.” She felt like a little child admitting she had broken her mum’s favorite vase.

Filtwick sighed, “Well dear, this is not at all the level of responsibility we expect from students in positions like your’s. Not to mention it would have been better if you had got here on time with an incomplete report rather than one tarnished with inaccuracies.”

It was silent for a few seconds before Daphne finally spoke up, “Are you going to revoke my position?” she asked quietly. 

The professors shared a look before Sprout said, “Well we still have to discuss that dear, given this was the only meeting and report this year, but no promises.” She said sadly.

Daphne bit her cheek and for the first time of this whole ordeal Snape spoke up, “You may be dismissed now.” He said with a straight mouth, but Daphne knew better and could tell he was angry she had embarrassed the Slytherin house. She got up quietly and the second she turned away from the professors, she let tears glide silently down her face. 

As she stepped outside, she noticed the halls were empty except for Granger leaning against the wall, focusing intently on something on her wrist that Daphne couldn’t make out through the tears. Once she noticed her though, she pulled her sleeve down and swung her arms behind her back, almost as quickly as Daphne wiped away her tears. Merlin this just keeps getting more embarrassing. 

She just nodded her head to acknowledge Granger, but apparently Gryffindors are all bloody nosey.

Looking surprised, she exclaimed, “Greengrass! I didn’t realize you were still in there. What happened? Are you okay?” She began to walk towards Daphne, but the blonde quickly dismissed the notion,

“Yeah I'm great Granger, thanks.” It came out a bit more harshly than she intended, but she didn’t really have the energy to clear up a stupid misconception and just headed straight for her room. 

How was she bloody supposed to face her friends now? She hadn’t even been a prefect for a month and had gone and fucked it up. What was she going to tell her parents? What’s worse was that she had actually been excited about this position. When her mother had described her as a natural born leader she was ecstatic to be worthy of that trait. She had been ecstatic to have responsibilities. Well turns out I couldn’t handle any . She scolded bitterly. 

Whatever,  fuck this, being prefect isn’t even that important anyways. She tried to convince herself but the tears weren’t stopping. 

She just wanted to sleep it off. Maybe she could wake up in the morning and everything could be okay.