As always, you were sitting on the cold floor of the lonely corridors and smoking. You wanted to cry because of the pain, but you didn't because you were always strong. You stare at your hand, which had many deep wounds. You were injured again. The cigarette burned your lungs. You raise your head with someone's voice and you see Draco Malfoy and his best friend Harry Potter. You stare at them with cold and empty eyes without feeling.