What Dean Didn't Know

by xxnotamalfoyxx

Dean doesn't know a lot of things. He doesn't know what the hell a Hufflepuff is? He doesn't know how a blue-eyed witch can look that amazing. He doesn't know why he basically has detention for the rest of his school career. He also doesn't know why the staircases try to kill him every day. Lastly, he doesn't know why British girls are so much more difficult to handle.

2. Chapter 2

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THEN finally we reach the stairs, amazingly (20 minutes later).

I peer at Sam, "what floor did she say again?"

He groans "Seventh".

I look up ward to the endless rows upon rows of stairs, "you sure? That don't seem like seven to me..."

One of the ladies in the portrait beside us pipes up, "that's because you can only really see five from the ground floor, dear, the seventh comes into view near third floor."

I turn to Sammy, "oh, this year is going to be just awesome."

He sighs, and steps onto the first stair.

I look up again.

Son of a Bitch

"Well, we have a lot of stairs to cover. You coming or not?" Sam yells back at me already half way up the first set.

My fear of heights is really not gonna be useful this year is it? I slowly begin to follow him up about 6 flights, as there's 2 between each floor.

It when I catch up to him on the 7th set it when the real trouble starts.

Out of breath I snarl at Sam, "can this get any worse?"

Something or someone must have heard me... I'm voting satan.

The staircase shifts underneath us, and then pivots from its original position...with us still on on it.

"Huh," Sam raises his eyebrow, "I guess the staircases move here..." he states as if talking about the many facts he knows about unicorns.

"Gee, I hadn't noticed", I grit out, holding both railings like my life depended on it, which, by the way, it did! What the hell is wrong with this freaking school.

"Okay Dean, you can let go now" Sam says. Like hell, I am.

"Oh no, that's not happening", I inform him.

"Dean, it stopped moving, we need to go."

"For now. It stopped moving FOR NOW! Who the FUCK thinks up MOVING STAIRCASES, and then thinks, gee, you know what sounds SAFE? Let's put these in a SCHOOL! WHO DOES THAT!"

ok, so maybe that came out a bit more hysterically than i intended it to...

A voice resounds behind me (again), "actually, it's the school herself, she's sentient. More often than not, she's only does it for the students benefit. You must have been going the wrong way."

"Huh, benefit, tell that to us when she let us straight to Fluffy last time." says another voice.

Sam and I both spin around quickly, almost getting whip lash, to see two girls standing behind us.