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Chapter 2

Okay so the first years in this boat with me definitely look like girls. I wouldn't go so far as to say they look like women though. Too peach-fuzzy for that. I've decided that guy Hagrid looks like an ugly monkey, though. A huge ugly monkey. But he seems nice. Nice is good.

I think I'm getting a little homesick. Or maybe that's seasick. How can you tell the difference? Both make you nauseous. Now I must say, I'm usually a big fan of cold; however, cold and wet is an entirely different matter. On the plus side, I'm awake now. Since this isn't a movie, I'll just tell you that the sarcastic smile on my face is freaking these kids out! I thought witches and wizards were supposed to be brave.

Mc-G just pulled me aside to say I'm in her house. I just asked her which that was. I think she hates me. That's Gryffindor, in case you were wondering. I'm getting my own room, with "Muggle accommodations" which apparently means I can use the radio. Yay for that! She told me the password to the house common room and to my room, gave me a map and told me to find it.

Guess what? I'm not very good at reading maps. I think I'm supposed to be in a tower. I'm in what I can only deduce as a dungeon. Whoops. It took me an hour to get here too. Fantastic!

Time for an update on my life. I'm in a damp, deep, dark, dank place that I have no idea how to get out of. I'm supposed to be in a high, dry, fairly warm place. I don't like cats, and there's one stalking me right now. I just told the cat I hope I dissected its best friend last year in biology. Heh.

Oh look, human contact! He looks worse than an ugly monkey. He also looks very angry. I do not deal well with angry people.

I'm in detention now because I got lost in this gigantic place. I don't know about you, but I think that's pretty harsh. Irksome Jack—hey! There are other people in here now. Two guys, they don't even look like women! OR ugly monkeys! Plus, they're my age! Hazah!

So Grumpy is telling us what we're supposed to be doing to serve our detentions. I honestly did not think detention would be like this. Of course, I really have nothing to compare it to, never having had detention before, but still. This is hard-core labor.

He just led us into a room and told us we'd be in there all night making the place spotless and if it wasn't by the time he came in at eight in the morning, we'd have to come back every night. The prospects are not encouraging. This place is disgusting. We're standing knee-high in muck right now and we're just in the doorway. You know what he said just now? "No Magic!" Well damn. That plan's down the drain. Oops. I just laughed out loud. Heh.

He just asked me what was so funny.

Well, Mr. Grumpy, I have no way to use magic. You see, I'm what you people call a muggle, I REALLY have to pee and the prospects of me getting to the bathroom right now are in the negative digits, while I'm standing knee-high in muck that is quite possibly full of dangerous organisms, including these teenage boys standing with me. They look too mischievous to take this seriously and I really, really just want to crawl into bed. You see Mr. Grumpy, I'd really rather laugh than cry.

What did I say? "Oh nothing sir, I was just thinking that these guys probably don't know how to get these stains out of their clothes."

Reasonable, right? Too bad he took it seriously. "Take those robes off, then."

Which left me in a skirt, my new shoes, and a white blouse. Then he shut the door.

"So how exactly are we supposed to clean this out?"

"Window!" This was a stupid thing to shout, really. I was just excited at the prospect of fresh air.

"Great idea!"

I almost stopped them, but decided not to. Mostly because I have these stupid moments, but I really could not think of another way to get rid of the stuff. And it stunk horribly.