Ethan-Chapter One

"Okay, get this Robyn: "Muggles use a thing called 'vacuum' cleaner' to clean their house!" I exclaimed.
"No duh, Sherlock." Robyn grumbled.
"What's a Sherlock?" I asked curiously.
"Nevermind."
I sighed, closing Home Life and Social Habits of Muggles. Normally, Robyn would've given me a hilarious explanation of what a 'Sherlock' is, like she did with 'dishwasher', 'microwave,' and 'electricity'. But she was occupied. Cleaning her dog's poo.

"You could help, you know," Robyn injected, unsuccessfully trying to roll the turd onto her pooper scooper. "(Muggles give appliances such odd names!)
"Haha, no thanks." I sniffed. "I'm not a fan of picking up Casey's crap. Casey's a great dog but when she poos, she poos a lot."
"Shut up, Ethan"

I laughed and ducked as Robyn slung a massive pile of dog turd my way. It splattered on the balcony. I peered over the railing. "You're going to have to scoop that back up, you know."

"Arghh! SHUT UP! The second we're back in school, I'm going to hex your mouth off!"
"Speaking of school," I continued wryly, "did you get your supplies yet?" I need more quills. Oh! And have you convinced your parents to let you go on the field trip yet?"

"Oh," Robyn lauged, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, it was a little hard. My mom was like, 'Dragons? Acromantulas? Erklings? Erumpents? I don't know half of those but they sound dangerous!' " she imitated. "But I convinced her...eventually. It's kind of what happens when your parents are both Muggles. Ooh, I need to get back to Solstice Alley to pick up some books. Which ones am I missing again?"

I picked up her letter from the table next to me.
"Dear guardians of Robyn Mofoghanishion, your daughter will be attending her fourth year at Hildegarde, North America's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on September 1st, blah blah blah. You will require the following textbooks: An Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms, Quintessence :A Quest..." I read aloud.

"Hmm... you didn't sign up for Muggle Studies. Why not?"
"Well..." Robyn began sarcastically. "I was kind of a Muggle before my first year."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Anyhoo," I continued, embarrassed. "you should continue scooping the turd. I 'll watch and learn how you Muggles use you francy 'pooper scooper''. Feel free to start."

Robyn following words included phrases like: brain like an ogre, helpful as a Flobberworm and several other random phrases, that I'm sure that she invented.