Students stared as I sped from the Great Hall. I, Julia Fliier, had never been so insulted. Harry Potter had dumped me in front of the whole school. I cursed under my breath. I wish I was in Slytherin. Maybe then I could smirk without being questioned. I was in Ravenclaw, and don't get me wrong, it was great, but the bloody people can't let any rudeness pass. Pulling a book from my satchel, and began reading while I walked towards a secret room near Professor Dumbledore's Office. I had filled the room with art supplies, and notebooks. But, what is a secret hideout without a punching bag to take my anger out on. Over the summers, I took part in physical combat classes, so this punching bag was pretty beat up. I set my book, "Potions and Brews for the Mind" down on a stool. Pulling my combat gloves from my satchel, I took all my anger out on the beat up leather cylinder. The material of the gloves irritated my skin, so I removed them, and attacked the sand filled bag with my bare hands, splitting the skin on the hand. Pulling bandages from my bag, i wrapped my hands up. Still, the need to punch something persisted, so I pummeled the punching bag with bloody fists, with every ounce of anger I had. The bandages fell off. Naturally, i just put clean bandages on them. 'Bravo' I thought. Tears ran down my face. My sixth  year, ruined by my bloody temper. I threw one last punch at the hard cylinder. The bag went swung of the clip, flying across the room. A small crack echoed through the silence. "Bloody-!" A sharp pain shot through my arm. Looking down, my right arm was bruised, and my wrist looked crooked. "I'll have to go to the bloody Hospital Wing now." I mumbled. I hated potions. That's why i try to know so much about them, so when a boy tries to slip me a love potion, I'll know, or when some git tries to poison me, I can make sure to stay away from whatever item they poisoned. Madam Pomfery would most likely use a bone mending charm, but there was always the possibility it was so broken she would have to remove the bone and give me the skele-gro potion. I had to come up with a cover story. I fell down the stairs. Yeah. That would work. I reached the hospital wing, and explained the wrist to Madam Pomfery. She tsked me, and warned me to be more careful. Luckily, my wrist was only fractured, so a simple mending charm worked perfectly. On my way back to the common room, I came across Harry, Hermione and a platinum blonde boy, all in my year, argueing. I ducked behind a statue, but not before Granger spotted me. She whispered something in Harry's ear, and he turned. "Come on out Fliier. I know you're there." I hated that, and Harry knew it. "Don't call me that." Draco Malfloy, the blonde stepped back as if expecting something bad to happen. I walked right up to the famous boy who lived, and punched him, right in the nose.