Sweetie had something on her mind, and she was dying to say it. The negativity towards her, she was quite used to. But to look down on her sisters? And Darling of all people? Despicable. And the Slytherin would have none of it. She had not caught a glimpse of the bratty little Hufflepuff who was responsible for her anger yesterday, but seeing her today in the corridors made her blood boil. Marching over, there was no way that this brat was going to be interrupting her before she had said what she was going to say. She had something on her mind, and Jemima Farley was going to hear all about it.

"You vile wench. You think you know anything about my life? Mine and my family's struggles and disagreements?! And to then send them out to the whole school? What is wrong with you? What is worse, you then take my personality, and instantly assume that Darling, one of the sweetest people in school, to be as bad as I have been? Unworthy of our wealth? And the very nerve of you, to try on her dress. If anyone is unworthy of what they have in life, it is you!" She finished her statement with a slight huff. There was a deep urge to slap the girl, but she held it back... for now that is. Would she be able to hold it back forever? That she was uncertain of.