The next day might have been worse. I awoke to find that Mr. Purple Hair had moved into the same cabin as Barry, Britan, and me. Yes that grammar is correct because you wouldn't say Mr. Purple Hair had moved into the same room as I, would you? I wouldn't, anyway.

He was snoring loudly on an air mattress. A few evil thoughts went across my mind as I thought what things I could do in order to wake him up. I could inflate and deflate the mattress repeatedly, sit on his feet, or scream in his ear. All of which would be very fun! I knew it was best not to do any of those because he'd kill me if I did, and I'm too young to die!

I looked at him and then turned my gaze to Barry. The bared a resemblance to each other that was scary. Are they brothers? I thought. He did say that his brother had also gotten sent to this camp, didn't he? Oh well, maybe he won't try to kill me because his brother would be a witness and he wouldn't want to kill his brother.

"Draco, it's time to wake up! I think I'm beginning to detest this camp more than last year because last year we didn't have to do other peoples' laundry. Not to mention the fact that I'm having more trouble getting to sleep and we have to wake up at five o'clock A.M!"

"The Count has an eye on his ankle and lives in a horrible place. He wants all your money, he's never at all funny, he wants to remove your face!" Britan sang, doing what I have decided to call "the seizure dance."

"You read A Series Of Unfortunate Events?" I asked.

"Oh yes, they're horrible . . . horribly wonderful that is," He replied.

Mr. Purple Hair turned in his sleep.

"Should we wake him up?" I asked.

"Jason, yes. I wanna sit on his feet," said Barry.

"Well, if I can scream in his ear," I said.

"I'll inflate and deflate the mattress repeatedly!" Britan announced.

I don't know if you've ever slept on an air mattress, but once at a muggle raid I did. The worst part was that I was rudely awoken much in the fashion we were going to wake Jason or Mr. Purple Hair, only not at the same time. I actually awoke with the constant inflating and deflating of the mattress, but pretended to be asleep. Then, my ever-so hyper cousin sat on my feet and when that didn't work he screamed in my eardrum. I eventually gave up trying to fake sleeping because it was useless.

Once we walked into the room in which we eat our meals I felt ready to groan and carry on like a banshee, though I did not. This time for breakfast they gave us coleslaw that tasted good at first, but then just made want to barf. I'm beginning to notice a pattern here, all the food stinks. One time they even went as far as to give pizza that was so greasy if you were to put a napkin over a piece the napkin would be soaked with it. I'm now wondering if I should just stop eating this food, several times I've vomited because of it.

Once breakfast was finished we were ordered to go to a skating where we would learn how to skate. I don't know about you, but with such things it's a wonder I don't grow feathers and a beak and peck at the ground. First we were told not to try to walk, it only slows you down.

"What you are trying to create is something that the muggles are foolish enough to call friction," O.J said.

"And you do so like this," remarked Jason. With that he sped off around the ring. Once he had completed one circle he began to skate backwards.

He was good, too! I have to think that had only added to his time at this camp because I heard that Barry and him also have to stay for winter vacation.

"Come on, it's not hard!" Jason yelled to us. "All you have to do is stick your neck out and give it a shot!"

With that everyone else began to skate. I managed not to walk because I had watched and heard enough to know that that wasn't what you were supposed to do. On the first turn I fell flat on my butt, though. I got back up and tried again. This time I made it half way around the turn and then fell. I watched Britan. When he turned he leaned to one side a lot more than I did because I'm stiff as a board.

I tried again, this time leaning. I leaned too far and fell. This time I had made up my mind that if I couldn't turn with another three tries I was sending a letter to Daddy Dearest. The next time I actually managed, do I get a gold star or what? Please don't answer that.

Then I tried to skate backwards and managed not to move for a full five minutes because I didn't how. Then Barry taught me and I was like a deer that is just learning to walk, I trembled like you wouldn't believe.

Once that bit of chaos was through with, to the lake! There we were taught how to swim laps, this time everyone who already knew splashed around like dolphins. "I'm Flipper!" Josephine called out at one point.

I'll admit that I took some pleasure in it, but very little. Swimming laps isn't fun, I prefer to play a game that I have heard is called "Marco Polo."

Author's note: how many people here think I like Jason? Find out in the next part! I will inform you of this: Draco will encounter a game of truth or dare!