WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEVERE BITCH SYNDROME! UNLESS YOU WANT TO READ ABOUT TEENAGE DRAMAS, BITCHINESS, DEPRESSION AND STUPIDITY, DON’T READ ON!

The next two weeks passed, and I had successfully avoided all potions lessons, detentions, and somehow, managed to avoid Snape. Though, I was also not on speaking terms with Harry, Ron or Hermione.

It’s not my fault, I swear.

Ron isn’t speaking to me because I spoke to Harry. Harry isn’t speaking to me because I spoke to Ron, but the pair of them let Hermione get away with speaking to both of them because they like her.

I’m just that ad on who stalks people that don’t like her. Get me? I don’t.

Hermione yelled at me with her pent up emotion and I yelled back, she managed to make it all my fault, and now she isn’t speaking to me.

Understand?

I don’t.

I don’t seem to understand anything and it is pissing other people off.

I have talent.

Dumbness.

I was casually sitting by the fire in the common room just before dinner, thinking about all of the homework I wasn’t going to do, when a sharp voice from behind me made me fall off my seat.

“Willow Tree? Potter? I don’t know what you call yourself now.”

“Professor!” I shouted in alarm. I turned and faced McGonagall.

“You need to come with me.” She said darkly.

“Professor MG is not amused.” I said in a voice-over type voice.

She glared at me.

She’s not amused at all.

“Come with me.” She repeated.

 “Kay.” I said flatly and I followed her down the familiar path to the headmaster’s office.

“Do you know-?” McGonagall asked after muttering the password (Cockroach Clusters.)

“Yeah, Snape.” I said with a hint of satisfaction.

McGonagall practically threw me into Dumbledore’s office.

In big words, Dumbledore told me I need to go back to class and attend detentions. Why couldn’t he have made it straight forward? He took like five freaking hours to do it. Douche!

Throughout Dumbledore’s (Bumbly bees) speech, Snape snarled at me, and McGonagall just looked like she was going to kill something.

“Woo! Detentions for a month. I’ve never been so fricking excited.” I said to Snape. “Oh well, it was worth it. I speak my mind, if that gets me detentions, so be it.”

“Would you like to make that two months detentions?” Snape growled.

“If you don’t mind...” I said bitchily.

I am so PMS.

Someone shoot me.

Please.

“Willow.” Said Dumbledore warningly.

“No, don’t ‘Willow’ me! How is he allowed to torment us and get away with it? He was such an arse to Hermione!” I snapped furiously.

“How dare you-“Snape snarled.

“How dare I? HOW DARE YOU SIR!” I screamed.

Oh shit.

Hi, I’m Willow, and I’m casually telling off teachers in the middle of a PMS breakdown.

Do me a favour, kill me.

“You may go Willow.” Dumbledore said trying to stop the argument.

I made a very bitchy noise and stormed out, slamming the door in my wake.

I hadn’t made it down the first step when the door reopened.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself.” McGonagall snapped.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” I spat back.

I hated being slack to McGonagall, but it was as though something else was controlling me.

 “Willow, I’m sick of all your crap! Is it impossible for you to be civil? Why do you need to be so difficult all of the time? Just get over yourself!” McGonagall said exasperatedly.

I stood there, stunned.

Why would she say that to me?

I HATE BEING PMS I'M ALL DEPRESSED NOW!

SCREW YOU MCGONAGALL!

“Fine.” I said in a voice that didn’t sound right. “Fine.” I repeated.

I turned and walked away, ignoring my name being called behind me.

So, if I make a mental note, I’m in the shit with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall and probably anyone who will talk to me...

I might as well go fall off a cliff.

Tralalalalala – DEAD!

I wasn’t sure where I had walked, but I realised I was sitting on the steps in front of the school, people were eating dinner, and the sun was just beginning to set now.

I was in one of those moods where...how the hell do I explain it?

I feel like killing everyone.

I feel like bawling my eyes out.

I feel like laughing because I’m emotional.

I feel like being a bitch to everyone in existence.

And I feel guilty about it.

FML!

Oh my god, that was computer language...yet I understood it.

How peculiar.

I’ve never said peculiar in my life.

How freaking fantastical.

What am I talking about?

“Hey Willow.” A voice said from beside me.

It was George.

Wow.

I felt like I hadn’t spoken to George in ages...That’s because I haven’t.

“Hi.” I said weakly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, plonking himself beside me.

Apart from everything in my life falling apart?

“Nothing.” I said shrugging. “What about with you?”

“What’s wrong?” George repeated, ignoring me completely.

My thoughts right now = RFJTMFHNRIHBTFNHEGJM

“Hermione, Ron, Harry, McGonagall and Dumbledore hate me, and I’m a bitch to everyone.” I sighed.

“Forgive and forget.” George told me.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?”

I looked at him and said, “No, it’s not.”

“Prove it.”

“Now you’re being difficult!”

“Am I?”

I’ll kill him.

“You’re painful.” I told George flatly.

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Is anything else wrong?” he asked.

“Everything in my life seems to be shit.” I said simply.

“Am I shit?” George said, in a completely different voice.

“No, of course not-“I started.

“Fine.” And he stormed off.

“-I just miss you.” I finished my sentence as the door slammed hard behind me. “I sometimes wish I was never born.”

I threw my hands over my face and took some deep breaths.

Then I started to laugh.

I could hear people moving out of the great hall on the other side of the door.

I was laughing hysterically, and there was nothing to explain why.

Everything sucks, everything hurts, and I’m laughing.

Please explain.

I heard the door open.

“What’s so funny?” Luna’s voice asked.

“I don’t know!” I said throwing my hands up in the air.

Luna sat to my front left because she is Luna, and that’s what Luna does.

“Well, you’re obviously upset about something, what is it?”

HOW DID SHE KNOW?

 “Okay.” I said flatly. “I’m a bitch.”

“No you’re not.” Said Luna seriously. “You just don’t follow where the path leads, you go where there’s no path, and you leave a trail.”

“You’re amazing Luna.” I said with a smile. “You can always cheer me up.”

“You’re amazing too, that’s why I cheer you up.”

“I like you Luna...Cause you’re a good person to like.” I told her honestly.

“Make amends.” She said, standing up. “Don’t be too stubborn to say that you’re sorry...We hurt the ones closest to our heart, we should stop that, because it will make us fall apart.”

And she left me sitting there to my confused thoughts.

                                                                                *** *** *** *** ***

I stalked Hermione in the common room later that night.

Taking Luna’s advice, I apologised.

Hermione started crying.

How –cough- unlike –cough- Hermione.

“No,” She sobbed into my shoulder as we were hugging. “It’s my fault; I was b-b-being mean because of Ron and H-Harry.”

“No,” I said, trying not to laugh at her. “I shouldn’t have been a bitch.”

“I shouldn’t have shouted.”

“I shouldn’t have been immature.”

“I shouldn’t have eaten the lemon.” Hermione said loudly.

“LLAMAS DONT WANT YOUR BABIES!” I SCREAMED

“HOW COULD YOU! I’M GOING TO CRY RAINBOW UNICORN TEARS NOW!”

Our original argument turned into a wacky shouting match involving random crap.

It was amazing, even though we scared off half the common room.

Who cares, we’re cool.

Now, to make amends with Harry...Probably should do that before he goes and dies in the first task.

Shitcakes.