"Holly!" yells a girl from across the hall. Her name is Sarah Lousinar, a Ravenclaw, with wavy black hair placed into a neat bun. "Coming!" cries out a girl of around 15. She has hazel hair, with a dark braid on the side. That girl is me.We walk together towards our favorite spot, where other friends await. Let me tell you that at those times, there were not many classes. Now we are trotting at a fast pace, heading towards where, in the future, we have the Whomping Willow. Instead, there is a nice field of grass, showered with tulips everywhere. But Sarah and I come to find the ashened-faces of our friends. I realize with a jolt that the grass and flowers are all burnt. "The tulips were pretty, but they were getting onto my nerves," says a girl with navy blue hair and startling green eyes that can make ven the most confident people falter. "How can you say that, Azula?" I reply furiously, fire flickering in my hazel eyes. "Just saying." And with that, Azula Harides, the Slytherin girl of the group, left. Us girls were talking about how this could have happened with Gabriella Wofferla, a short blonde haired Hufflepuff girl who specializes in identifying charms, hexes and jinxes, until Azula came dashing back to the group of three. "Great Hall... huff huff... flooded...huff huff." At once, all four of us mounted on our own brooms, and zoomed off towards our school. "Azula probably did all this," says Gabriella with a frown. If Gabriella, who has blonde hair tied into a short ponytail, weren't so nice, she probably would have sneered. "I guess your right. She didn't appreciate the tulips, so she burned it. She had just left for our school, and now, the school is flooded!" I respond, though not very quietly. Azula looks at me, and turned her head in the other direction, tears flooding down from her emerald green eyes to her ebony cheeks. Sarah swivells her head in our direction, looking confused. "Now look what you've done!" shouts Gabriella. "W...wha-, splutter"I say, bewildered. Sarah, having not heard or seen anything except the last comment by Gabriella, follows her and Azula back down to the ground. Still confused about how all this just happened, I continue down to the Great Hall, now growing more worried than ever.