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I literally just arrived at the Academy , and already I saw a naked guy. I am really not complaining, because it was impressive. Anyway, let me clear my throat, before I continue.
Mr Richardson, the eccentric yet highly intelligent headmaster, escorted me to my room. This isn't some kind of special treatment. I have been told by my brothers to except this kind of reception. The mind-set of the Academy is that we are all (small, and others not so small, as demonstrated by this gorgeous specimen) adults. It is believed, that if we are treated like adults, we will act accordingly, like adults in response. Usually, it works. However, some former attendees of the Academy are notorious wild children (ironically, they are not children, they are fully-fledged 'adults'. My mom (!) was a wild child, before she met, married and settled down with my dad.
Now, I couldn't imagine my highly lovable and loving mom, to be a former wild child. But, I guess, it is all in a person's dirty washing. My mom's dirty washing happens to be hidden way below the surface, just like the non-existent pile of washing in the large wash hamper back home. My mom was notorious for all kinds of dirty deeds. Now, she can't stand to look at a pile of dirty clothes, or anything really.
So, when I arrived, I knew what to expect. But, that still didn't prepare me for how hyper that man is. I mean, seriously, what does that man do all day. Eat Jelly tots, the ultimate childhood sweet memory? It really does sound like it. He speaks so quickly, it is like listening to my three old cousin. And believe me, that is a challenge.
"Hello, Hermione Granger. What a pleasure it is to meet another one of the illustrious Granger clan. You know, your family has the longest history associated with this academy."
"Pleased to meet you sir. Yes, I am aware, yet every time, it seems like I am being told with fresh ears."
He beams at me, a smile so bright that I remove my Ray bans from my pocket and put them on my eyes, as to protect them from the harsh glare of his wide smile. He is becoming rather well known, for that smile. I wish that he wasn't. It is as scary as they say. It really is. I am not exaggerating , and I am rather prone to exaggeration and being over-dramatic in general.
"I met you, when you were a child. Do you recall?"
Yes sir, of course I recall. I was only three at the time, but what can I say, I am brilliant, I think to myself sarcastically. However to save face, I lie through the skin of my teeth.
"Of course sir. I have total recollection of that memory. What a wondrous day it was, on that June afternoon. The heat wave of '95."
His smile widens.
"Yes, it was the beginning of the heat wave. What a brilliant child you are. You were brilliant, even then."
I stare at him, in astonishment. Could he not tell, that I was being a) sarcastic and b) lying. Well, they say the bigger a lie, the bigger the chance that people will believe it. Or, he is just really gullible.
"Now, let me escort you, to your recently renovated room in the best building on campus."
As we walk further and further into the depths of the Academy, I ponder life. How did this man manage to cruise through life? It seems both ridiculous and utterly hilarious that this crazed lunatic is the Headmaster of the best Academy in the world. Well, they do say the smartest minds are bonkers. Look, at Sheldon Cooper from the Big Bang Theory. He has the greatest mind of the twenty-first century, yet he has more than a few screws loose, as they say. Yes, I am aware that this is just a very entertaining TV show, but isn't everything a TV show in the end?
As I pretend to be a deep person, I lose track of our location. Great, now if I want a bagel or some other form of delicious bakery item, I will have to resort to a map.
"Tah-dah, this is your building in which you will live in for the next three years."
He then holds out his hands, as if he built the building with his own hands. Sir, I am sadly mistaken, but you are not a builder. You happen to be highly intelligent, but you couldn't build a sandcastle.
"Thank you Sir, you are very kind. You are an extremely busy man, and you took time out from your busy schedule to show me around campus."
If you can't tell, I am totally bull-shitting. I am basically making this speech, as I go along.
He nods his head, and smiles his bizarre smile, before walking off abruptly. He is going to leave me,, to my own devices now, I expect. Leaving as suddenly, as he arrived. He is well-known for this strange habit.
I walk into the building confidently. I ordered a single room, so no annoying roommate for me. As I walk up to the register, I realise something. A group of guys are sitting down and staring at me, from afar. I turn around and wink at them. I don't know where this sudden impulse came from, at all. Usually, I am more reserved, until I get to know people better. They seem taken aback. They basically look, how I feel.
I turn around, back to the register.
"Granger, Hermione."
"Second floor, second room on the left."
The guy hands me the keys.
"Thank you."
"Oh, believe me, you are welcome."
Wait, did he just hit on me? I shrug and press the elevator button. I couldn't be arsed, I have been travelling all day after all. No wonder, I am so cranky and sarcastic.
I open the door to my dorm and I am ecstatic at what I see. A Mac by the window. Of course, I bought my own iPad with me. But, I can always use a spare. Something hits me. Not literally. I realise that there are two beds. Oh my god, my life is so shit.
I lounge on the bed by the wall, sulking. That is it. In the morning, I am going to the administration to tell them about this dreadful mix-up.
Suddenly, the door opens and this really hot guy walks in, with only a towel.
"What are you doing here?"
The guy shouts this, in this really sexy voice. Then, his towel drops.
I can't do anything, but stare at this gorgeous specimen. Wow, he is sexy, I think to myself. His abs are perfect. His biceps are amazing. Everything about him is phenomenal.
"I am afraid, that there has been a dreadful mix-up. You see, I ordered this room personally."
"Who do you think you are? You go around, thinking you can reserve dorm rooms for yourself. I bet, that your daddy is so rich and you get everything you want, or even vaguely want."
My face goes bright red, at this accusation. How dare he? I don't get everything that I want. Only most things.
"How dare you? I will sort this out in the morning. Good night."
"Oh you think you can 'sort' things out, do you? And you are telling me to go to bed. How about you go to bed, if you are so insistent?"
"I am going to bed, you scum of the earth."
"Is the best insult you could come up with? It isn't very original, is it?"
The guy smirks. He thinks that he has won this argument. Oh no, he hasn't. The claws are only starting to come out. And, he still hasn't picked up his towel.
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