I woke up and changed into my comfy shirt and pants. Today was the first day of my new job at the Containment Center for Dead or Dangerous Canon Characters and Original Sues. I caught a bus to work, but the bus driver refused to get too close so I had to walk half a mile to get to the actual building. Almost as soon as I'd walked through the doors, they gave me my badge and my first assignment.

My badge read "Anne Gilbert, Psychologist, C.C.D.D.C.C.O.C.S." My assignment was to take care of a 12-year-old girl who was the child of a severely damaged Canon and an insane, gothic Mary-Sue. Perhaps you have already discovered who the parents were. Perhaps not. But anyway, to try and avoid any Sueness, the managers gave her a simple, one-syllable name. Jill. And for now, she was my responsibility.

Amanda, the girl at the front desk, explained what to do. "Today she will meet her dad for the first time. He doesn't know about her, so take it slow for both of them." I nodded slowly, how bad could it be? I marched down a hall and stepped into room 13. "Jill? I'm Anne. Come out."

Jill appeared from behind her bed. She had shoulder-length black her, and grey eyes. I thought her to be rather tall for twelve. I explained the situation, and led her to the other side of the building, the Psych Ward. I checked my papers over and over again to see if I had the right room number, 216. The paper on the door read "Darko (Draco) Malfoy. Severe Sue-trauma to the brain and body. Never place near case 137."

Jill read the paper, then turned to me. "And this is my father? I... I don't know my mother, if I look like her, he might have a breakdown. Oh," she said, catching my expression, "I've lived here a long time. They have me help out around some Psych Ward rooms. Never my dad's, but... I know how they behave. All right, I'm ready for this. Let's go in."

A tall man with light blonde hair faced us. "Mr. Malfoy?" I confirmed. He nodded but stared at Jill in confusion. "Mr. Malfoy. How are you?" He took a deep breath, then said, "Thank goodness you only got her hair. I'm assuming you have a healthy brain. Your mother... her brain... just impossible. She has her own language, in fact, last I heard, the people who work with her... on their applications, they have to be able to... to speak 'TaEbory'." By the end of his speech, he was laughing, and Jill was smiling uncertainly. I was startled. I had been told he didn't know of her, and his paper said severe Sue-trauma to the brain.

The two talked for a bit, and not five minutes later I received a call. "Dr. Gilbert, we need you in the Sue Section. Is Jill doing okay with Malfoy?" I assured him that everything was fine. "Good, tell her she is free to stay or leave there, but you need to come to the Sue Section fast."

Jill seemed fine catching up her dad on her life, so I headed to the East Wing of the building. I met Dr. Stewartstein in front of Sue Cell 19. "This is Hazel Rose Star. She... attended Hogwarts for a time, but... had some social problems. Let her tell you." I walked in and had a seat on the stool next to her bed. She was reclining and gave a short laugh before spilling the beans.

"My name is Hazel Rose Star. But I hate the name Hazel and so I go by Rose. My eyes are brown, but they shine hazel when I'm emotionally upset. My skin is pale because it never tans. As for why I'm here, well, all the Potters and Weasleys hate me. And them plus their friends is the whole population of the school."

"Um.. wh- why do they hate you, Rose?"

"It's not my fault! They hate me for some irrational reason!" And her eyes, believe it or not, flashed hazel. It's times like that which make me wonder why I took this job. But I don't regret it.