Harry spent his new free period reclined in his bed, completing Snape’s homework and contemplating the Defence class that was looming ahead of him. While he felt mildly confident that he wasn’t going to totally lose his cool and get himself a whole week's worth of detention, he knew he’d be kidding himself if he said he’d completely matured past the point of temper tantrums. He’d told Draco that he’d had to have the wall behind Mrs Black’s portrait taken down - what he hadn’t said, was that that was after blasting it to pieces first after finally having enough of listening to the old bat scream about blood traitors.