Eden's lips pressed together in a thin, displeased line. Her answer had not made the whiteboard.

Also, for what it was worth, she didn't feel like she deserved this lesson. She hadn't done anything but be personally victimized by the Neo-Alliance. The people who needed a lesson...well, Eden thought they should learn from experience, not some cushy little class.

Then again...they'd all suffered last year, one way or another. Even Emmerson. Eden just felt like maybe Emmerson could keep suffering just a littttle longer...anyway.

She needed to think of an assumption about herself and stop obsessing over Gryffindors.

Angry. Mean. Hostile. But there was one that really nagged Eden, being the short, skinny, muggleborn that she was.



But...that was too real. If they had to talk about this, Eden didn't want to be associated with THAT word. So she tore off the part of the paper she'd written on and changed her answer. It took some of the anonymity away, but that was okay.



She walked the paper to the front of the room and set it face down, as instructed, before returning to her place.