The sun's in my eyes, I'm hot and sweaty, and my gorgeous strappy sandals are giving me blisters. Sebastian runs around kicking his football while I stomp up this horrible hill. Take your brother out for a walk, Romilda. It'll do you good to get some fresh air, Romilda. Stop pulling that face, Romilda, and don't return for at least an hour. God, I hate my mum sometimes. And then my smelly granny asked me to look for some monkshood while I'm up here. I followed Parvati's advice and gave myself a totally wicked manicure last night. The last thing I want to do is get my nails dirty.
So yeah, I guess you could say I'm not in the best of moods right now. And stumbling on a rock does nothing to improve my temper. My ankle twists and the strap on my sandal breaks. Uttering a small scream, I fling my shoe away. Life isn't fair!