My name is Evangeline Elisa Deagan. Or Dee for short.

I know what your thinking, Evangeline? What kind of girl with the name Evangeline hangs out with Fred and George Weasley?

But, ever since they hexed the dumb kid who threw a dung bomb at me during a choir concert in second year, we've been glued at the hips. Fred and George are my, and even I can admit this, better half. I opened up to them, when usually I stay content with isolation from, well, people in general. But now my relationship is all mucked up between the three of us.

It really took a turn for the worst on the Friday before a Hogsmeade trip.

"Hey, Evangeline!" I knew who that was. Just about the only person who called me by my first name.

"What do you want Angelina?" I asked, not stopping when she caught up with me. I knew Angelina. I loathed her. Entirely.

"Just, stay away from Fred, okay. He has no interest in you. So stop being so desperate." She stood confidently, a look of triumph growing on her face.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Did she really just say that? I heard her turn on her heels but if she thought I was going to take this quietly, she had another thing coming.

"Excuse me?" I asked, my voice dripping with attitude.

"You heard me. Stop throwing yourself at him, he doesn't want you. You guys are just friends." She dragged out the word friends, as if I should be jealous that was all I had. "It's a bit funny to see you try so hard, actually." Angelina was amused at her own comment.

"Alright missy, listen closely, cause I'm not repeating myself." My voice was dripping with its usual sarcasm. "I don't give a flying rats ass what you think about me, but don't you dare bring my friendship with Fred into this." I leaned in, gritting my teeth.

She chuckled. "Well, when you have some psychotic girl trying to get with your boyfriend, I think I can bring anything I want into this conversation." She stood up tall, spreading her feet apart. It didn't matter though. I was still a good 2 inches taller.

"Oh really? Well, I'll try to 'contain' myself." I said turning away. "Have a fun time whoring around." I gave her a two-finger salute and headed down the hall.

"How dare you!" She screeched. I heard footsteps and then she grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and slapped me across the face. Hard. Rage welled up inside me. I had been through enough fights to know I'd be sporting a swollen lip tomorrow.

She looked up at me, looking smug and then turned away.

And at that point, I did what any level headed, self-respecting witch would.

I walked right up to her and punched her in the face.