It had not been a good day for Mira. Some would say she had 'woken up on the wrong side of the bed' when in reality she had just been woken up by Peeves dropping something large in the common room. Not so long ago Mira had intentionally woken up early to have a nice run as the sun rose. The feeling of her muscles being worked on her own terms was comforting, something she was in control of. But lately Mira hadn't had the motivation to get up at the hour Athena did. Instead she slept to the last possible moment, having found this improved her mood. Unfortunately being up so early would be sure to bring out the surly Mira that everyone knew and didn't love.
After the 'alarm' the day had continued the same pattern of good luck. At breakfast in the hall one of those same little second years had dumped pumpkin juice all over her brand new designer shirt. After screaming at the girl for a good solid five minutes Mira had returned to the common room to change for her monthly Hogsmede vist. Many of the kids in her year had stopped going due to boredom of the same old place but Mira liked any excuse to get out of the confining walls of the castle. She didn't want another year of classes, curfew, and annoying second years. She wanted to be free.
After she had changed into a simple brown dress Mira returned had back to the entrance hall where hordes of kids were lined up to leave the castle.
Almost a half hour later Mira finally was allowed to head to a carriage. She carriage mates were a forth year Gryffindor boy, his Ravenclaw friend, and some girl Mira had never seen before (probably 5th year or so). Both boys were staring at her godsmacked the whole ride, like they had never seen an attractive woman before. The girl tried to make conversation with Mira but just got on her nerves. Was it possible her Hogsmede trip would be ruined too?
After a much to long carriage ride they arrived in the village. Snow had melted from rooftops with spring arriving and new life popped up everywhere. It was actually very pretty. Instead of stopping into one of the shops Mira felt compelled to travel to the edge of the village where the shrieking shack sat. The house wasn't scary, and it was hard to believe that people once thought it was haunted. Especially in this spring air it just looked like a house.
The sound of young, second year voices traveled through the trees towards her. The moment of serenity was broken and Mira was back in her terrible mood. Those kids would be the death of her - or someone else.