Jez ran into the Room of Requirement, tears streaming down her face. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl ... She stood very still and screamed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm s-so-sorry ..." Her scream turned into sobs. She crouched on the floor, her arms around herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice drowned by her tears.
After a few minutes later, Jez stood up and observed the dummies stacked by the wall. She didn't want to fight them. She had no grudge against them. She closed her eyes and thought hard.
A figure materialised in front of her. It's features defined - waist-length, tangled black hair hanging loose; bright, piercing violet eyes; too-straight nose; fair skin; long blue jeans and white T-shirt with a golden snitch on the front. Her eyes were slightly red, and tear tracks stained her cheeks.
A perfect copy of Jezabel Black stood in front of the real one.
Both Jezes grinned, and leapt forward at the same time. It wasn't a duel; it was an all-out fight. Jez and Jez_2 punched, kicked, bit, scratched and tore at each other in a wild cat fight. It was like seeing two tigers going at each other. Finally Jez_2 pinned Jez to the floor and started tearing at her face with her fingernails. Jez screamed but couldn't get her double off her.
She was in trouble, and this time nobody was here to get her out of it.