As her body relaxed she stretched out her legs and arched her back trying to release the tension that threatened to snap within her. All day she could...feel it building within her and she knew if she was to carry out her plan she could not afford to relax one bit. She loved them all dearly but she also knew she had to make a stand and show them she was no longer a c***d. Knowing what was going to happen later she had to keep that fire burning otherwise she would loose momentum and her plan would. Weasley is trusting us. I'm not the greatest for following rules, it's true, but that's at school, where Umbridge's is in control and rule breaking is the order of the day. No one's trusting us at school - there's a zillion rules and we're watched all the time, so rule breaking's fair game. But I won't do this to Mrs. Weasley, not in her own home, or anywhere for that matter while I'm staying under her roof." But Imogen -" began Ron."But nothing," said Imogen testily. "None of you Weasleys is. His voice and smile looked friendly, but his attitude made it clear that if they jumped me he was more than willing to jump in and even things up. Typical loudmouths, they muttered some threats and disappeared. I stuck out my hand. ‘Hey, thanks for the help!’ ‘It’s nothing. I get tired of these stupid kids getting drunk and causing problems for people who are here to learn something.’ ‘Well, can I buy you a beer anyway?’ ‘Sure, why not?’ That’s how I first met Brian. We both had seen something. I never really got on with the girls in my year. Too snotty, cock hungry, and attention seeking. I envied their perfect hair, perfect make up, perfect clothes and perfect skin. I had the opposite. Fuzzy dirty blonde curls, dry skin and a woeful fashion sense. And they loved to remind me of this every day. I would sit with the boys at lunch and listen as they would compare each girl like cattle traders, “Ah but she's got some rack of tits on her!”, “Yeah but she's gotton the ride more than.