Virgo frowned. Boys looking at her was an unusual sensation. She decided she didn't like it.

A petulant voice echoed through the recesses of her mind. Get used to it. We're a girl now. Or rather, I am. Not sure what that makes you.

She avoided the harsh sound inside her head. She'd gone through enough pain medication to drug an entire herd of thestrals, brewing her own even. Further attempts to gain dominance over her other half would require far more subtlety than crude pain. Besides, what Julia felt, Virgo felt - and pain hurt, no matter at whom it was directed. Annoying.

You know what else is annoying? Watching you butcher hair care. Do you have any idea how long it takes to get hair like mine?

Virgo held back a snort. Mine. Not yours.

Another sniff echoed. I didn't see you brush it one hundred strokes every night. Or now. All you do is plot, study and pretend to be nice.

Bacon entered her vision, carried on mobile plates, animated by a clever spell that had seen its creator wealthy within years of its inception. She daintily seized several pieces, adding them to her plate. My skills have kept us alive. You have no right to complain.

After the thoughts entered her mind, Virgo winced. That had been the completely wrong thing to say. Nothing to complain about? You stole my body, hurt me, betrayed me, and now you're making my body do all kinds of nasty things! I hate you!

Virgo considered the potential of another pain-relief potion. Inducing pain in such a public setting would be unwise, but a quick visit to a loo could solve that little problem. Except for the pain; what hurt Julia hurt Virgo. Conversely, what helped Virgo healed Julia as well. Annoying, yet again.

I hope you choke on an egg!

Strange sounds emanated from the Ravenclaw table. Virgo turned her eyes in that direction, seeing a girl jump away, clutching a heavy tome to her chest. The beverage slopped over where she'd been sitting, spilling pumpkin juice and a yellow-stained oblong shape. Virgo's eyes narrowed, straining to make out the shape more clearly - it seemed almost exactly like an -

Another sound caught her attention. John Potter, letting out an explosive oath that was sure to get him detention, should the teachers hear it. Reluctantly, Virgo changed her focus. Just in time for a spinning, slimy object ricochet off a desperately jigging platter and slam into the bridge of her nose.

The scent of Sulphur, pepper and butter assaulted Virgo's nostrils, immediately followed by a cloying sensation. Virgo searched her memory as Julia shrieked, distracting her. It felt like an alkaloid, in gelatin but the smell - the sensation stung more deeply than the brief application of pain. Egg.

She had egg on her face.

Inside, Julia couldn't stop laughing.

Annoying.