"Unngh! Oof!" Daddy panted as he heaved the last of my suitcases into the trunk of our muggle-bought car. "Romilda, dear…was it really necessary to bring eleven suitcases with you?"

I huffed and pouted.

"Daddy, we've spoken about this at length. I need all of my suitcases with me. One has my shoes, another has my makeup, and –"

"Yes, I get it, darling."

I stepped into the car delicately, so as not to break my new heels. I was bubbling with excitement. My first year at Hogwarts!! I can't wait! No more messy nails, I could use magic! And if my dress tore or something, I could magically repair it, and –

Romilda, I told myself, Stop hyperventilating, dear. That messes up your hair, remember? You should remember only TOO well. Remember that time when you got those new super-expensive dress robes that you've wanted forever? Yeah, when you tried them on, they looked disgusting with your frizzy hair, which you acquired from breathing too fast when you got the dress robes!! And –

"Romilda, put on your seatbelt!" my dad's hoarse voice cut into my thoughts.

"What's a seal-butt?" I asked curiously. My father was an expert on Muggles. In fact, he majored in Muggle Studies, and he's been fascinated with them ever since.

"That's a seatbelt. It's on your left. Wrap it around you and fit it into the buckle on your left. All Muggles are required, by the law, to wear them in cars."

"Okay…" I replied, "But I still don't see what a seal's backside has to do with any of this. I mean, honestly."

A few minutes later, I was entangled in the seal-butt so tightly that I couldn't move a muscle. Silly little Muggle inventions.

"DADDDYY!!" I screamed, "THIS IS WRINKLING MY DRESS!!"

"Not now honey! Daddy's driving. I can't pull over now. You'll just have to wait until we reach King's Cross."

So I sat there uncomfortably for two hours, choked by the stupid seal-butt. I glared at the back of Daddy's head. If dirty looks were practical objects – let me tell you – he would need a shower. Bored out of my mind, I used my free hand to unzip my purse. I rummaged through the nail polish compartment until I found the right shade for my nails. Finally, I narrowed it down to two colors: sparkly emerald green and rich, velvet red. However, I couldn't get much progress after that. I sat there for what seemed like forever, trying to decide which nail color I should use. I was about to smash the bottles in frustration, when I got a totally cool idea. First, I coated my nails in three layers of green. Then I laid the red polish over it. I held my hand away to admire my handiwork.

I gasped.

HOLY FREAKIN' SEAL-BUTTS!!

Yeah...I know. Short chapter. I decided that I'm going to have short chapters in the beginning and then combine some of them when my attention span matures and I can focus on writing a story that is longer than a few pages. RadicalReason is so good at that. She can write 16 freakin' chapters without falling asleep. -bows down to RadicalReason-

Anyway...I have a lot of credits that are long overdue. Thankees to RadicalReason for maaaany different things: coming up with the title of the story is only one of them. I can't remember the rest. I'll get back to you on that.

Oh, and she also pestered me for two weeks to write this chapter. It's LIFE is owed to RadicalReason. I 3 her. Not as in, like, Tulip+Rose love...

Hm...what else? Oh yeah! I want MORE reviews!! I'm so upset right now. Almost to the point where I'm crying. Many people have refused to give me their opinion about the story, and others say bad things...

Like what? Like...

Stewart Martha: You have a twisted mind!

J.O. Simpson: Oh wow...the inner workings of your mind.

Spitney Brears: This is...different. Very...unique

(P.S. - no, those are obviously not their real names. don't yell at me now)

So, please ppl. Tell me what you really think. If you think I have a twisted mind, I DON'T GIVE A SEAL'S ! I want to know what you think about the STORY, ok? That's what REVIEWS are FOR!

Ok, my pent-up rage is over.

REVIEW! NOW!

-scholarlydimwit