"Blithering dolt.  Can't the idiot be a little less obvious," Desiree thought to herself.  "Now what?  Go to bed early because of that freakin' idiot<i>other</i>third year?  It was funny the first time, when<i>she</i>levitated the truffle from the boy's plate and sent it over, but nobody saw her do it.  Then this moron takes out his wand, waving it like he's one of the Three Musketeers or something, and now look at all of us.  Marched off to bed like we're four years old."  She knew,<i>knew</i>the other houses were just laughing it up, even if they didn't show it.  She lingered in her chair, a weak sign of rebellion as the other Slytherins began to file out of the Great Hall.  She shook her head.  "Archon.  Damn it all," she thought.  She would have to be extra cruel to the other houses' members now to try to recoup some respect around here.<br/><br/>"Let's go, Desiree," the Head Boy said.  "We're leaving."  He placed his hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Do not<i>touch</i>me," she said, standing.  "I will<i>not</i>be pawed at."  She turned to walk away, her long blonde hair swishing across her back.<br/><br/>"I am Head Boy, Desiree!  You will..."<br/><br/>"Whatever," she yelled, her voice louder than the din in the room.  The Head Boy followed her, yelling back at her, chastising her for her disrespect.  She didn't stop walking, just ignored Head Boy, who by now was red in the face as they reached the door of the Great Hall.