Today hasn't been a good day. Transfiguration isn't one of my strongest subjects anyway, but after Hannah multiplied her ferret into a flock of flamingoes, well... It was sort of hard to concentrate on wand movements when I was worrying about how she'd feel after Madam Pomfrey's calming draught wore off.
So seeing Marietta Edgecombe in the Entrance Hall doesn't do anything to improve my mood. I get irrationally angry every time I see that girl. Well, maybe it's not so irrational seeing as she ratted out the best thing to have happened this year and has the nerve to deny everything!
"I don't know why you bother wearing that scarf," I say tartly, "seeing as everyone knows what it hides."