Unstable, drug addled, alcoholic, mother fucking crazy. Any of it worked to describe Eponine, though if you called it to her face, she'd probably punch you. She preferred words like vindictive, spiteful, jealous.

She raises an eyebrow at Hermione. "There are a lot of ways I could manage being less stressed. For instance, if I knew that my siblings were getting full meals. That would make me less stressed. Or if we actually had enough money to pay rent every month. That'd be good. Or if I wasn't stuck here all summer till I turned 18. How about we start there?" Her words and eyes turned cold as she spoke, her eyes narrowing.