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Okay. It is fifteen mins into class and Stewart shows up again. We are about to pair up to start making our potion.

"I see that you decided to join us again." He must have seen me shaking my head clearly indicating that I didn't want to work with him because

"Mr. Shanks, Work with Ms. Davenport." I scowl at him. He just gives me an evil grin. Stewart comes over. Clearly this kid has no idea what he is doing. So I just let him watch. He talks about his mom all the time. The way he is making this sound, this is his first time away from her in his 16 years of living. The minutes are going by so slowly, and finally, after what seemed like it must be time to go I look at the clock. I've only been there for ten minutes. I have to do something!

"Excuse me, sir? May i please use the restroom?"

"Yes"

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I wake up in the Hospitial wing. Why? I don't know. Maybe all Snape fics have to include the Hospitial wing. I don't know.

Madame Pomphrey comes over.

"well I see you are awake now."

"What time is it?" I think that's what I said anyway.

"it's 5:00. You seem a lot better, so you can go."

"I can go?"

"Yes. it seems that you are deprived of sleep. Now, you are to come to me every night to take a simple sleep potion. I'll see you at 10:00 then."

By now, I'm starving. So I am going down to eat food. Which is what I like to do when I get hungry. I wonder what house that Stewart kid is in? Better not be Gryffindor. .... Oh! Here I am!

I sit next to some girls from my year.

"Where were you?"

"I fell asleep. They think I'm an insomniac."

"Well it's good you didn't get detention or anything."

" I know I think -" I trail off, because Stewart is about to be sorted.

" You know I hope that kid is in Hufflepuff. We don't have much with them. Today, in potions, he asked 30 questions, 25 of them didn't have anything to do with what we were doing."

The sorting hat's been on his head for a while. And then it shouts

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I hate my life. Stewart merrily skips over with the sorting hat on his head. We are trying to tell him that he has it still on his head, but it seems that he went temporarily deaf, staring at the plates fill themselves with food, with a look of awe. Then McGonagall comes over and takes the hat off his head.

"Ms. Davenport, would you be so kind as to show Mr. Shanks around?" I really would hate to.

"Yes, Professor"

I really hate my life. What am I supposed to do? You don't say no to McGonagall.