"Cry! Take that whip cream out of your mouth this instant!" The loud and fake obnoxious voice echoes across the Gryffindor table. The intended girl, Cry, laughs and yells back, "Shut up, Padfoot!" - She frowned. Her dress dampened with water and her feet sunk into the sand. My rage grew the more I looked at her. How can she be so untouchable? When she looks like me? Why can't I? I leaned in, my hot tears dripping from my jaw and teeth slightly bared. My temper seethed the longer I reside here. "I would burn everything and anyone until I get him," I spat.