I wake up to face an angry-looking Pansy Parkinson. "Young lady, how DARE you run away from me like this! Am I REALLY that bad as a parent? What have I not given you, huh?" she asks. "One, yes, you are that bad, and two, you never let me have any happiness." I snap. "You do not talk to your mother like this!" shouts Pansy shrilly. "Well, you aren't my mother anymore!" I shout back, determined to stand my ground. We must have not been that far away from the forest, as, hearing my voice, the wolves came back. "Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupify!!" screams my ex-mother. The wolves all fall to the ground, stunned. Having cared for the wolves, I pull out my wand. "You wouldn't fire on your mother. And plus, you don't really care for that!" Pansy says, and spits. I yell "SECTUM SEMPRA!" I know I shouldn't hurt her, but, having been fed anger and rage for the revenge of my fellow wolves, all I wanted to do was harm. She dodged my swipes easily, and, having lost the elegance of a few months ago, I tackled her to the ground. We keep fighting until a guard pulls us apart, and having only seen me casting a spell, he knocked me unconsious and helped a bewildered Pansy get back onto her feet.