I posted many chapters in one go. It was the only time I had decent interweb access. I now can only post a few, as I am on weekday computer ban :(

Pokémon cards and Madame Pince

I followed Ella down the hill towards Hagrid, well, when I said followed, I meant stumbled most of the way then fell the last few metres.

'Which ones should we give him?' Ella asked, looking a little evil, and passed them to me.

'Err, that one and, err, that one?' I suggested pointing to the two most unrealistic ones I saw, hoping Hagrid would be intelligent enough to realise they weren't real. I then realised I should've chosen the more realistic ones, because, as they were muggle cards, some of them may be real in our world and he may already have them, but we all make mistakes, and at least I hadn't killed anyone, probably.

'Hi Haggas!' Ella greeted him, running towards him for an evil hug that would kill someone of normal size, or a 'glomph' as she would call it.

'We found these, they're pictures of animals, and we thought you'd like them.'

'Where d'ya find 'em?' He asked with wide eyes 'They're gorgeous, they are, but the names is all wrong. This one here's a Midget Nightshade Basilisk, but it's labelled Ekans, and this'n is an Spurting Leaf Tortoise, but it's labelled Squirtle. What you girls tryin' a do?'

I looked, and felt, smug; I had hoped that this plan wouldn't work, I wouldn't say I knew but what some of my family called my canine instincts, this was actually my sisters discreet way of calling me a bitch, told me we'd be ok.

'Sith!' I exclaimed looking at my watch, 'I have precisely one hundred and twenty two seconds until herbology!'

Yet again, I arrived somewhere sweaty and red, this time I was only four minutes late, but, the teacher wasn't there yet.

'You look terrible,' Rosa whisper-shouted, 'do you want some pumpkin juice?'

'Thanks, you're a great friend.' I said, sarcastically, before grabbing the pumpkin juice bottle from Rosa's rather inconvenient pink, canvas bag.

I gulped down some of the pumpkin juice before stuffing it in my own back pack, I was just glad I wasn't in this class with Ella, considering the eight foot Venus Fly Traps, which looked like they'd catch a lot more than flies.

At that moment, a tall, harsh looking, bony woman with brown hair in a tight bun, who, I assumed was the teacher for this lesson, Professor Sprout, entered the greenhouse.

'Unfortunately,' she proclaimed, with what I think was supposed to be sarcasm, 'Professor Sprout is ill, she was bitten by a... poisonous thing, but the good news is, you get a library session.' this was met by a groan from, what I assumed was, muggle-borns, hoping to see more magical things, I however, was overjoyed by the news, an hour of reading, what could be better? Almost anything, as it turned out.

We filed out of the green house, but not before I managed to, err, liberate, some leaves from a few plants.

This lady was the only adult I'd seen so far who wasn't wearing robes, but had rather opted for a hideous pink and orange blouse and knee length corduroy skirt. While we were walking she introduced herself. 'Shush, don't talk in the corridors!' she started, not a good start, 'I am Madame Pince, I am the librarian here, I control the library and all the books in it.' I only just stopped myself from groaning, this meant I had to stay on her good side, a task that would be very hard, considering my first impressions.

As we entered the library there was a low murmur, most likely people deciding where to sit, but trying not to aggravate the vulture like woman.

Rosa and I took a seat near the back, with a red-head, a bushy haired girl who was already holding a big, dusty book and a scrawny boy with glasses and too much fringe.

'This is Hermione, we share a dorm,' Rosa explained pointing to the bushy haired girl, 'and this is Ron, he's teaching me to play wizard chess.' She referred to the red-head.

'And who's this?' I asked her gesturing towards the scrawny Gryffindor male.

'I'm not sure,' she replied, 'I haven't met him yet.'

'So what's your name?' I asked, turning towards the boy across the table.

'I'm Harry.' He replied, shyly, before scratching his head, displacing his hair to reveal a lightning scar.

'Merlin's odd socks!' I exclaimed, 'you're Harry Potter!'

He groaned, I wondered whether he was ill, considering the scratching and the groaning, but those fears were put to rest, because he didn't sneeze, cough or vomit for the whole library session.

'Do you think they have any muggle books?' Rosa asked looking around from where she sat.

'Not if Dumbledore finally started listening to Governor Malfoy.' I replied, absent minded-ly , before remembering Rosa was a muggle born and therefore did not know about the rather comical feud, which had been heavily documented in the less respectable wizarding news papers, if you could call them that. 'Malfoy's been trying to get rid of the muggle things from Hogwarts for years.'

'Did someone say my name?' asked the blonde boy from a few days ago, Draco Malfoy.

'Piss off, Malfoy.' Requested, or more demanded, Ron, through a mouthful of chicken, it puzzles me to this day where he got said chicken.

'Don't be rude, Ronald.' said Hermione, angrily.

'You too, Hermione, no one likes you! Why the hell are you even sitting here?' Shouted Ron, in what I thought was a really rather unnecessary outburst.

'Actually, Rosa here is the only person in my dorm I can stand; the world doesn't revolve around you!' She shouted, before ripping the lid off my pumpkin juice and throwing it in Ron's face, and, finally storming out.

'You come back here young lady! You're in a lesson!' Came the bird-like librarian's frantic screams 'Detention!' A girl who I recognised as Pavrati Patil told her that she didn't have that power, and so we were all dismissed early, to cover up the mistake of letting a first year loose during lessons.

We had fifteen minutes before the next lesson, I tried to check out a book called 'The secret lives of dark wizards'. 'I'm sorry, we can't lend to first years.' She stated, though I knew that was a lie, mainly due to the sign stating 'All years welcome' behind her.

'Bitch.' I muttered as I walked out.