"Good day, girls!" Anna called out, speaking to her friends and fellow Gryffndors, yet not looking their way. Her eyes were focused on the Devil's Snare in front of her. She was determined to beat the plant this time. Not five more attempts from now...not three more attempts from now...now as in now. She'd already wasted too much time by failing over and over; and quite frankly, Anna Greingoth does not fail at anything.

"Okay, listen! We need to talk!" Anna yelled, stomping over to the Devil's Snare and pointing her finger right in its face...erm, vines. "I'm Anna Greingoth, and I'm not used to failing at anything---at all. I need to get to that platform, and you, Mr. Snare, are going to take me there!" She glared at the plant and grabbed ahold of one of its nearest vines. "So, ya got it? Me...platform...now! Now, as in now, that is. So, work your magic, Snare. Go on...hit me with your best shot!"

So, yeah. She probably looked insane in the eyes of all her co-Gryffindors, but at the moment, she could honestly care less. She had a job to do, and she wouldn't stop until she'd succeeded at it.