Disclaimer: Well, I'm sure all of you know that the characters belong to J.K.Rowling as well as the HP books. And as I'm definetely not her, they're not mine. And as you don't know where I live you can't sue me either... Well, you can, but it wouldn't make any sense 'cause I'm just a poor student who can't sleep at nights...

A/N: I was surprised to find a lot of you likes my stories. Thanks to all who reviewd, I really appreciate that. As always - chapter goes to Luinthoron!



Dear Diary...

We had our first lessons today. The castle, our school, is like a maze. You could get lost here so easily. The Redhead-Twins told us that there are one hundred and forty-two staircases in this building. I'd like to know how they can be so sure about it. You would think they have counted each and every one of them. We also have doors that don't open up until you ask them politely or tickle them or you have to knock the right rhythm or you have to try the doorknob in the opposite direction. And the people in the portraits on the walls don't just talk and move in their pictures, they're also leaving their portraits to visite other paintings. Wonder what would happen if you removed a painting from it's place while the person whose portrait it is is visiting a fellow portrait or while he or she is hosting a guest herself. Is it possible that the one living in the painting can't get bact to his painting. That would be interesting...
It's so easy to get lost in the hallways and corridors of the Castle. And then it is almost impossible to find your path again. I mean, there are many persons you could ask to lead you, but most of them wouldn't. It's not like you wouldn't have anyone to ask. But the ghosts won't help you and most of the people in the paintings are having some tea and getting one of them during the lessons to tell you where you have to go… you could get a proper answer from a normal, not moving-around, not talking painting before any of them would help you. And then there's Peeves. The poltergeist. He seems to love it to sneak up behind students and scare them to death. He did this to me this morning. I was on my way to the Great Hall for breakfast as he snuck up to me, pinched my nose and yelled "Got your cronk!" And he was invisible, too. Harry and his redhead friend Don were standing not far from me and they laughed at me. I'm so mad at them! Really, it could have been them! Well, I got my revenge sooner as I could have hoped. They were caught by the caretaker, Mr. Filch, as they were trying to get into the restricted corridor on the third floor. Shame, Professor Quirrell had to get them out of trouble! They could really have used a detention. When I met Harry yesterday at the train, he seemed to be OK, but now... he's just another bigheaded prat after all. With that Don-character following him around everywhere and everybody staring at his scar. I can tell, he's enjoying all of this. Well, I'm certainly not going to chase after him like the others. Parvati for an example. She's like following him around everywhere. All because his stupid scar!
Something really amazing happened today. We had our first transfiguration class. The transfigurations teacher is also the head of our house, Gryffindor. She's called professor McGonagall. She's the best teacher I ever had. She told us first about transfiguration in general and then we had to try and turn some matches into needles. It took me a lot of work and I had to concentrate very hard, but I managed to get my match all silver and pointy. And I was the only one! No-one else, not even Harry or his Donny-boy managed it! I was really happy. And then the professor smiled at me. Even though the older students claim that she almost never smiles at anyone! I'm so happy! Professor McGonagall gave the Gryffindor house ten points for my transfiguration! I was the first one from our class to get some points for Gryffindor! I'm so proud of it.
We had Defense Against the Dark Arts, too. Well, it wasn't anything like what I had been hoping for. I know, it's not up to me as a student to judge the teachers, but couldn't they get someone else for this job? The classroom smells like garlic and he smells himself bad, too. And he's wearing this ridiculous turban on his head. He said he had it from a foreign prince for fighting a zombie. Well, if it's true, then he hash't washed it since then. But I really am not sure if I really believe him. 'Cause as Se… Oh, I can't remember his name right now, but when he asked about how the professor had fought the zombie he did not answer

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I just asked Parvati. The boy's name is Seamus. He's in Gryffindor, too. And the redhead's name is Ron, not Don. But I was close enough!
We have our first homework to do, too. Professor McGonagall gave us really lots of it. Not that I wouldn't like that. I really like to learn because learning means to know more and I want to know all there is to know about magic. I'd want to be the best, the most powerful witch ever. And if that means I have to study that much, I'll be glad to do so.
Oh, the girls are calling. It's already dinnertime.

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Know what? I love this school! Even if there's that horrible poltergeist Peeves. He has it in for Neville. Tonight after dinner as we were coming back to the tower he bombarded Neville with bits of parchment. He's so mean! And the pale boy from the train with his boulders came along and they laughed at him. Oh, I was so furious, I wanted to hit him! But then it was our turn to laugh as Peeves dropped the now empty wastepaper basket on the pale boy's head. He shouted something about telling his father and that Peeves would get kicked out from the school for doing that but I wouldn't be so sure of that. I read from 'Hogwarts. A History' that Peeves has been a part of the school almost a thousand years now and I'm sure no angry father alone can change it. I doubt that even the queen herself could make them kick Peeves out!
On the other hand… I wonder if the queen even knows about us, wizards and witches. I mean, it's well-known that the Muggles don't know about us. But then again – she is the queen! I mean, she has to know, doesn't she? I wonder if any of the teachers know the answer to this one. Whatever!
The girls are shouting at me again to stop writing and go to sleep. And we have lots of homework, too. I really don't know when I'll be able to write again.

Well, good night then!

Hermione



A/N: So, what'd you think? Did you like it? I really hope you did. Next entry will be from friday and the gang will have their first… you guessed it (!)… potions' lesson. Want to know what she thought about that? Well, if you do, you'll have to stick with me and read the next part when I'm ready with it!