Bright purple and neon green highlights in her brown hair. How AWESOME is that? Bridget, with her blonde locks, wouldn't be able to pull this look off. HA. There's one good thing about this school she could brag about. It was unfair that Idge's place was so cool and she was stuck in this hellhole. Seriously, there were professors here who expected her to BALLROOM DANCE. What was up with that?!

Ever since she'd held herself back in that bathroom with the midget, Di Marco had been itching to cause some trouble but there was just something about this castle that made her uneasy. Blowing a hole or graffiti-ing the place just didn't cut it, and bullying... Well, she's kind of promised not to. Oh, what the heck. Since when does she ever keep her promises to be a better child? Seriously. Aunt Lea and Father were deluding themselves. All they had to do was ask Idge and she'd tell them that she was a lost cause.

Taking out her wand, the brunette calmly twirled in her hand as she leaned against the wall and silently pondered what to do next. She certainly wasn't going to go to any lessons. Did teachers patrol out here? She ran a small, white finger down the cold wall and willed an idea to come to her.