Normally Sloane liked being a metamorphmagus. It was unique, it was different. Today and every day since the arrival  of the news about Fussy's elopement, it sucked. She hated it. The sheer fact that she was in a bad mood was broadcasted across the common room like a beacon- her impossibly bright red hair giving away her anger from a mile away.

Normally Cammie's voice wafting in her direction would have caused a wide grin to break out on her features at the likely quidditch talk, but alas, that was not on today's docket. To save herself, what she should have done was just gone upstairs and curled up in bed and simmered, but she was trying to distract herself with schoolwork for once. It was working somewhat, as she wasn't very good at Transfiguration and she needed to concentrate hard on it.

"Shove off Cam, I'm not in the mood."

Clearly.