Forvirret
Disclaimer: Again, I DO NOT own Harry Potter
"What are you doing?" Megan asked, sitting down next to Mia.
"Reading," Mia said. Megan rolled her eyes.
"No you're not."
"I've got my book, don't I?"
"Sure, but do to the fact that A. You're book is upside down," Megan came over and flipped it over. "And B. you haven't turned the page since I came out here half an hour ago; I'd say you're not really reading."
"I knew you were too perceptive for my own good when I met you, Megan." Mia said, closing her book.
"So what were you thinking about?" Mia shrugged.
"The annoying Marians we call boys. What else?" she replied laying her head on her book. "I can pass all of my classes at the top of the class, help tutor the younger students, eat, sleep, knit, sew, but I CAN NOT escape these blasted things you humans call hormones!" Megan nodded sympathetically.
"So, who are they?"
"Sam, he's in our year, Mason, he's in 7th year, and Joe, he's in 7th year too."
"I really don't know what to tell you, Maria."
"Don't call me Maria. It's just Mia.—Oh, I'm just so forvirret!" She said as Jared came and sat down next to them.
"Hey, guys, what's up?" He asked.
"Mia is…what was that word?"
"Forvirret."
"Yah, Mia is forvirret."
"And that means…what?"
"Confused! I am very confused!" Mia burst out in frustration at her friends' lack of somewhat understanding of the Danish language after five years of Mia randomly slipping in and out of it.
"Want to talk about it?" Jared asked patting her on the shoulder.
"No." and she got up and left the Hufflepuff common room to go find an answer from her favorite source. A book.
AN: So I know that this has nothing to do with my other stories, but I wanted to put this out there. This is a real problem that 'Mia' is going through, so if you have any advice, I'm sure she would appreciate it. If you just want to review with your advice, I'll make sure she gets it. For now, this is a one shot, but when she solves this, I'll add another chapter so that you know how it all turned out.