The Polyjuice Incident was one of my real triumphs, if I do say it myself. Yes, I did turn myself into Catgirl for a bit, but Madam Pomfrey didn't ask too many questions; she's seen it all in her day. Other than that, everything went perfectly. And I got a chance to get in some good hurting on the Bull (Millicent Bulstrode to you) which felt very good indeed. While I don't care much about what people say about anybody but myself, the Bull's comments about me had got back to my ears, and paying her out was sweet, no matter how much damage she did to me. I can understand boys better now, too---at least the attraction settling things with one's fists has for them.