Ron and Harry think I was on that adventure out of the goodness of my heart. How can anybody be so naïve? Hello---big, nasty monster in the school, threatening Muggleborns? It'd be hard for me to attain my rightful destiny if I were dead. Just look at Moaning Myrtle if you want proof. Moaning Myrtle, the example of everything I do not want to be. Handed this wonderful gift, instead of diving in with both hands, she sits in the loo, crying because people don't like her! Awww, poor baby! Look, tiny tiny brain, if your glasses are unbecoming, for pity's sake, change the frame style! And if someone sneers at your glasses, take them off and then say you're happier because you can't see their spot-covered face there, round and cratered like the surface of the Moon! Grow a spine, girl!