Why are so many people so tall?? Can't they just give short people like me some of their tallness? I could use a few extra inches. Then maybe I wouldn't keep getting mistaken for a twelve-year-old all the time.

The train pulled into Hogsmeade Station, and as we got off, I noticed that it said Hogwarts Express on the side. What was it with hogs in this place? Why were they obsessed with naming their things after them?

"My dad's dragging me out to the middle of freaking nowhere, just because he now owns a stupid boarding school, and, speaking of which, who even owns a boarding school anyway? God!"

I shoved clothes willy-nilly into two big suitcases. I probably could've squeezed all my clothes into one, if I folded them up neatly and put a grand piano on top of my suitcase so I could zip it up, but I was the Queen of Lazy, so I just didn't.

"I'm hungry."

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that was what I said when my father dropped this massive bombshell on me. It has been proven. The stomach is mightier than the brain. Or, at least, my stomach is.

"Hi, I'm Albus Severus Potter, nice to meet you."
I let out a peal of laughter. He looked confused and slightly offended. Then I realised he wasn't kidding.
"Oh. Wow. So how evil are your parents exactly?" I joked.
"You don't know who my parents are?" Now he seemed really shocked.
"So enlighten me!" I was getting bored of this now.

Then Albus told me this really long story about his dad and how he defeated this evil wizard and now was basically a living legend.

Rose shook her head. "Oh, poor Humpfreys. He teaches Herbology, but he's rubbish at it. He's rubbish at mostly everything, to be honest."

"Now, that's no way to talk about a member of staff, is it Miss Weasley?"

Rose jumped at McGonagall's stern voice. "Um," she squeaked. "No?"

"So, how was your first day?" Molly asked, pouring herself some water.

I shrugged. "Confusing. Difficult. I'll never catch up and I'll be stuck in First Year forever. Let's talk about something else."