"You remember Blaise Zabini, right? Well, he, Charlie and I went to a quidditch match on Sunday. I was watching those players and... I just got so angry Hermione. I got angry about not making the Harpies, I got angry about Harry, and my future, and I just feel so damn angry, Hermione. This isn't like me. I ended up blowing up at Blaise at the Leaky because I was being a jealous brat about Draco." She sighed, "I am so fucked up. I am so fucked up."
She took a sip of her tea, "I can't even look at my Mum and Dad. I moved out, you know. Fuck, if I do go home, Harry and Ron will probably be there, all happy and snogging and shite." She rubbed her temples. She wished she had just walked, so she could have continued drinking.