"Y'know what?" She puts her cigarette down on the rock, moving to stand. "I really don't need to be lectured about my life and how to handle it by some girl with a perfect family and a white picket fence who doesn't know what it's like to go hungry or to be used like a pawn, or anything! The only thing that would make any of this more bearable was if I died. Got it?" There was a fire in her eyes as she rounded on Hermione.