Ashley wished she hadn’t. The great hall was just so pink, and dear Merlin was it obnoxious. Lockhart looked so proud of himself too. That smirk of his was grating on Ashley’s nerves. On a normal day, she would have been able to ignore him but aside from being absent-minded, her streak of restless nights had made her a bit short-fused. She’d already snapped at her friends more times than she would have liked. Luckily, they were quick to forgive her but she did still feel bad for not having a lid on her temper.