Written for n Reader's Choice Awards.
Word Count: 504.
"Go on holiday," Dumbledore told me. "The break will do you good," he said.
I should have never listened to the crazy old fool.
This place is hell, I am certain that I died and went straight to hell for every bad thing I have ever done. It is the only logical explanation.
When I first arrived at the hotel I thought it was okay, but my first impression was wrong.
I was promised the best food, but that's not what I have received. Twice for breakfast, I have been severed burnt porridge. At I lunch was given sandwiches. Well, they call them sandwiches I say that's insulting, the bread was soggy, the lettuce was limp and there was some type of lamb/tuna tasting meat paste.
I'd rather not think about what I was severed for dinner.
Now I've complained several times not that it has done much good. I'd hex the staff here, but it wouldn't change anything.
I could leave and demand a full refund, but I don't know why I should leave until I get what I was promised. Things like a comfortable bed, jagged rocks would be better to sleep on than the beds here.I swear they were charmed by some malicious person to be uncomfortable.
This place was supposed to have a swim and technically it does. There is a pool, you can swim in it, but one look at the murky water with rubbish floating on the top and you don't want to swim in it.
I dread to think what may actually be lurking at the bottom just waiting for some idiot to jump in.
If I remember who suggested this place to me their life will not be worth living.I deserve a nice break after having to teach those idiots who are the future of the wizarding world.
I have a good mind to set some of the stupidest ones on this place, the damage they could do would be immense.
Maybe I should make Dumbledore come here, but knowing him, he'd find the place delightful he's definitely crazy.
The next time I see him I shall tell what a dreadful place this is and his idea for a holiday was stupid.
He will just think that I'm lying and being difficult, but for once I am not this place is just truly horrible.
It isn't just the bad food, uncomfortable bed or the pool of doom, there are lots of other things like the peeling wallpaper and the other guests who have terrible manners. I have met Trolls with better manners than some of the other guests here and the Trolls smelt better than a few of them too.
All in all I wish I'd stayed at home with my nice big comfortable bed, House Elves that cook the most excellent meals and my many books for company.
Instead, I am in hell and I blame Dumbledore, I should have learnt long ago never to listen to the crazy old fool about anything.