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So this is probably going to be my last update until the 21st-ish because I am leaving to go to California this Friday! But I will still be working on all three of my Fanfictions while I am away! I will do my best to have at least one chapter of each story ready for you by then! But I might still have to do some revisions so it might not be until the 23rd. I would say the 22nd, but I am not so sure if I will be able to write much because I am getting braces on on the 21st I think, so I don't know how long that will take, but wish me luck!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, or Hogwarts, but I am still wishing... maybe my wish will come true some day...

Previously on Life as a Muggle:

"Fred said you seemed a little off..." Morgan said, trailing off to herself. In the silence, my stomach growled loudly. "You sound hungry, do you want to go get something to eat?" she asked me, looking at me with concern in her eyes.

"No. I don't really feel like getting up," I said, lying back down in my bed.

"Fine, but I am going to go get you something to eat whether you like it or not," she said standing up from her bed and walking out the room.

In the next few days Fred didn't bring up the subject. I was grateful for that. I don't think I will ever be ready to tell anyone about that night.

Chapter 2:

Thankfully for the rest of the week, no one brought up my little mental breakdown. Things were a little awkward for a few days, and Fred and I didn't talk much, other than in muggle studies when he was constantly sitting next to me. Why was he all of a sudden sitting next to me all the time? Did he really think I was going to tell him why I freaked out on the first week of school? If that was the case, then he was dead wrong. I only told him I would tell him later to get him off my back. I was never going to tell a single soul about that night. Never.

Why did he even expect me to tell him? We barley even know each other, besides being forced into double dates with Morgan and George. Morgan and George had started dating last year, and thought that it would be cute if Fred and I started dating as well, because then we could all go out on double dates. But, seeing as Fred and I only thought of each other as friends, those dates were always really awkward and Morgan and George soon stopped making us tag along. Fred and I had agreed to never talk about that.

I was sitting in the Great Hall, September 10th, minutes before we were due to leave for the United States. Morgan was sitting across from me, holding hands with George. Fred of course was running late. George said that he had forgotten to pack last night and was trying to get everything back in his trunk before we left.

"Typical Fred," Morgan laughed leaning her head against George's shoulder. At that moment, Fred came running into the Great Hall, holding onto his trunk and a jumper. He ran over to the three of us and sat down next to me.

"I'm here!" he exclaimed, sounding very out of breath. His ginger hair looked very messy, like he didn't have time to brush it this morning. He probably didn't, seeing as he just finished packing.

"Yes we see that," I replied, taking a bite of some toast. It was only 6:30 so only the fifth years were up at the moment. I Bettye house elves were not to happy about having to get up extra early to make sure we were all fed before heading off to our muggle lives. Everyone looked dead Ewing their breakfast, especially Fred. I could tell he wasn't a morning person. He was now lying his head in his bowl of cereal.

"Fred, that's disgusting. Get your head out of your cereal," I demanded, pulling his hair, and lifting his milk wet head out of his cereal.

"OW! That hurts!" Fred cried, rubbing his head. After a few seconds, his eyes lit up as if he had an idea. This couldn't be good, especially since it was so early in the morning. He started shaking his wet head. In. My. Face.

"FRED!" I yelled, shoving him away from me. He continued shaking his hair in my direction, until my shirt had spots of milk all over it, and my face was totally soaked. Finally he stopped, and began laughing his head off. George and Morgan joined in on the laughing and George highfived his twin.

"Nice one, Fred!" I glared at George, wiping the milk off oft face with a napkin. I really wanted to leap across the table and start pounding my fist into his face. But that's probably just because of my short temper with people. "uh oh..." he said realizing the lethal look he was recieving. He quickly sat back down and resumed eating his breakfast. "Nevermind about that. I want my highfive back by the way." he looked up to Fred, ho was still laughing, but I decided to just ignore him at the moment.

"Fine..." Fred said reluctantly, reaching his hand up to un-highfive his brother. After they did this, they both broke out laughing again. What was it this time? I decided it wasn't worth it to ask them what they were laughing about and just left them in peace. I went back to eating my breakfast, and I could have sworn I saw Morgan looking at me sympathetically.

After a few more minutes of the twins laughing their heads off, Professor Lilac entered the Great Hall carrying a large amount of papers. Sue looked very stressed out due to the fact that her hair was sticking up in about fifty million different places and all of the papers were disorganized and looking like they would fall everywhere if someone jus barley touched one sheet. The professor walked up to the front of the hall and set down the papers at the front of the Ravenclaw table. Then she did the spell to make her voice louder and began talking.

"Students, may I have you attention?" our muggle studies class slowly stopped talking and looked up at the professor, eager to listen for once. Over the past few days, the students of my muggle studies class began to get more excited of the idea of getting to leave school for a semester and living like a muggle. "here I have a list of all the homework you will be needing to do while you are gone as well as you plane tickets." usually everyone would be looking at her confusedly at this statement, using miggle terminology, but since we would be traveling to the muggle world, Professor Lilac had taught us as much as she could about muggle contraptions before we would be leaving. "when I call you group please come up and get your work along with your ticket. Do not lose these or else you will nit be able to go on this trip, and you will fail this assignment. I don't think any of you would want to take Muggle Studies again with fifth years when you are in your sixth year, am I right?" Nobody said anything, as most of them were just having trouble paying attention this early in the morning. The professor started calling out group names, and just like the first time, we were the last group to be called up. Professor Lilac handed us the last of the papers and then said, "Alright class, please head to the Hogwarts express, and take your luggage with you. In that packet of papers I gave you, there is also a train to the airport. Make sure you get to your train and plane on time, because they will not wait you. If you don't make the train and or plane, you will also be given a T for this semester and you will spend you free period with me getting lectured on how to use a washing machine."

"That sure sounds like fun," Fred commented, looking through his packet of work. Knowing him he wasn't really paying attention to the work. He and George would probably wait until the last night to get everything done. Typical boys.

I don't know how, but his hair was already dry, and I don't remember him using any sort of spell to dry it. "How is your hair already dry?" I asked him, looking at him with confusion in my eyes.

He seemed to think this was funny, since he started laughing again. Maybe he was slap happy or something. "Jamie, I'm a dude. Our hair dries supernaturally fast, unlike you ladies.

"No wonder it looks like you never shower," I said sarcastically.

"No he actually doesn't shower," George replied, putting the emphasis on 'doesn't'. I rolled my eyes and then went back to looking through my packet. Snape seemed to have given us twice as much work as any other teacher. I couldn't decide I'd he just wanted to make us Gryffindor's suffer, or I'd it was to make up for nit being able to actually brew the potions. Whichever it was, it still was totally unfair. Even Professor McGonagal hadn't assigned this much work, and she was almost always the toughest teacher in school, strict-wise. Unfair-wise, Snape won no doubt. He was always assigning detention to the Gryffindors for no reason at all, and never giving a single detention to his precious Slytherins.

"Jamie, are you Ok? You seem kind of out of it," it was Morgan, and she was waving her hand in front of my face. The twins were also doing all sorts of crazy things, like jumping up and down in front of me and pretending to be monkeys. I have to say, it was a little bit frightening.

"Yeah, but I'd be better if Fred and George would stop acting like idiots, it's starting to freak me out," I replied, eying the boys questioningly. This was going to be one long trip if they were going to act like this everyday. I was already tired of them now, and it was only the first day. Of course that might be because of how early it is, but still...

The boys were still dancing around, obviously not noticing that I had stopped zoning out. Everybody in the Great Hall had stopped picking up their belongings and were staring at the twins. "Fred, George, knock it off, people are staring!" Morgan hissed at the boys. I could tell that they heard her, but they decided to ignore what she told them. Instead, they did the exact opposite. George grabbed Morgan's hand and Fred grabbed mine, and they pulled us both up and started dancing again. Usually this would have been normal, except for the fact that it wasn't even seven o'clock yet, and there was also no music. But I couldn't help but laugh at Fred's face as he twirled me around in circles. After a few seconds though, I knew this had to be put to a stop.

"Fred, seriously, we are going to miss the train if you don't stop messing around," I wined, trying as hard as I could to stop. Whatever happened to Fred being so tired he nearly fell asleep in his cereal was clearly gone now. He seemed wide awake and ready to conquer the world. And that can never be a good thing. Especially if it is Fred Weasley.

Fortunately, Fred actually listened this time, and started slowing down. At this point I felt like I was about to puke. Not a great feeling if you ask me. I sat back down, trying to make my head stop spinning. Fred took a seat next to me. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."

"Well I tend to not look so good after being spun in circles by force," I replied sarcastically, looking up at Fred with a smile on my face. I decided that since there was no way that I would be able to get out of going to America with the two most impossible twins on the planet, that I might as well make the best of it.

"Well thats good to hear. Come on we better get going," Fred stated, standing up. I was right behind him, and on the other side of the table, Morgan and George were heading out as well. The rest of the class was already heading out the doors, eager to get out of school and experience a new world.

For the first time this week, I was excited to be in this Muggle Studies Class.

As soon as the train started moving, I fell asleep. I didn't realize how tired I was until I sat down on the amazingly soft seats on the train. I guess its mostly because of the fact that I hardly slept at all because of the anxiety of going to muggle school for a whole semester. All I know was that I fell asleep, and the next thing I remember is Fred poking me on the head, telling me to wake up. The next train ride was much shorter than the first, but I still managed to fall asleep again some how.

By the time we were about to board the plane, I was finally well rested. It felt nice after a whole week of poor sleeping.

At the moment, Fred, George, Morgan, and I were waiting in a line to get onto our train. The people who work here have to scan our tickets or something to make sure we paid for our tickets or something like that. It was really hard to pay attention when Fred was always whispering to me in class.

"Why do they have to scan our tickets?" George asked, trying to look ahead to see how long the line was. He seemed really impatient, or nervous, I couldn't quite tell which one it was.

"To make sure that we are supposed to be on this Plane and not some other one, or not on one at all," Morgan replied, as if she was reciting something from a textbook. Slowly the line started to move, and within a few more minutes, we were getting our tickets scanned and we were heading onto the plane.

Most of the seats were taken by now. The only ones that were still available were either one seaters or two seaters. So Morgan and George sat next to each other, and sadly, I ended up sitting next to Fred.

"Attention passengers, please fasten you seat belts and off any electronic devices. We will be taking off shortly," came a voice out of no where.

Fred looked freaked out and then he yelled, "Where did that voice come from?" Many of the muggle passengers turned to look at him. They were all staring at him like he needed to be in a mental hospital or something. Which I can't really disagree with.

"Sorry, everyone, he's not used to planes, never been on one before," I said quickly and apologetically. Most of the muggles believed this and went back to their business, but a few kept looking at him for a little longer, trying to understand why someone his age had never been on a plane before.

Fred smiled his stupid smile to everyone until they lost interest in him. Soon the plane started gathering speed, and Fred flipped out again. "What's going on?" he yelled, and everyone looked at him again. I think I heard George and Morgan laughing a few rows in front of us.

"Like I said, folks, he is new to this whole flying thing, so he wasn't expecting this, sorry to bother you," I said, covering up for Fred once again. I had a feeling I would be doing that a lot this semester.

Oh Joy...

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