I stopped dead in my tracks, pretty sure the Ravenclaw's would not appreciate my following them to were ever they were going. So being the smart and witty person I am (I can see Mary Sue dying of laughter in my mind, good thing she doesn't know what I tell myself) I turned back to the great hall, noticing that as I walked the portraits were all pointing at me and they seemed to be talking about me. At school I am used to this (some are even members of my harry potter fan club), but for some reason their whispering unnerved me. Walking up to a portrait of a lady holding some type of lap dog I asked, "Have the Hufflepuffs walked by here? You see I am new, so I really need to get back with my group."

The lady in the portrait gave me an evil grin, "I can help ye first me girl but ye must also help me."

No way, this was starting to sound like a video game, where you have to do something to get to the next level, in muggle studies I could never do as I had been asked. I am not going to do what she wants, but it wouldn't help to ask what she wanted. " Um tell me what you want and I will see if it is in my power to do so?" So what if they say curiosity killed the cat? I am not a cat.

The portrait smiled again (is that all they can do). "If I tell ye what I want then ye must do it."

Curiosity killed the cat.but satisfaction brought him back! "Why not, tell me what you wish oh wise portrait."

"I want ye to go an get me some tea and crumpets."

"You are a painting." (What was I thinking? Drat, I have now gotten myself into yet another mess, to find one place I must find another)

"What does that have to do with anything?" Asked the crazy picture.

"How can you eat? None of the paintings at my school can."

"I am a special painting! What does it matter to ye silly gurl?"

"Do I get any help as of where the kitchens are?"

"No, ye wish. It wouldn't be hard if I told you were to go."

"What happens if I never return with your tea?" This was getting harder, I need help, and it is only my first day, no evening here!

"Ah, ye will not be able to get into your common room, I be great friends with the lady there. Now run along."

I walked away dejectedly (to bad curiosity didn't kill me, I have not found any satisfaction from learning was a picture wants). I tried logic like Mary Sue would, if the food magically appeared then it either came from above or below the tables. Since I am a lazy girl (gurl as the picture would say) I went down instead of up. After about twenty stairs going down and ten going up, I still hadn't found the kitchens. For now on I shall always carry tea and crumpets in a little purse, maybe a map as well.

I stopped dead, I don't carry tea and crumpets around me or even a map, but I do carry a wand! I am a witch after all. All I need to do now is find that (pardon my language) bloody picture and go to bed, without further mishaps.

"Well, well, well looks like we have found ourselves a lost first year." Came a cold voice behind me.

"Actually I am a fifth year." I said as I turned to the source of the voice. Behind me stood a pale boy with two huge boys behind him. Ah, what now?

He smiled (I think it was a smile, could have been a sneer for all I know). "You aren't from around here are you."

I stuck my chin up. "I could be, you never know." (Translation: All I want to do is run from you scary child).

"French people aren't usually found at this school. Get lost, you are in Slytherin territory."

"Draco is right." Said one of the two people behind him, all this time I thought they were statues or something.

I bet that creep is right, I must be a ways away from Hufflepuff. "I'll just be going now." I started as I slid against the wall to get past all three of them

The pale boy grabbed my arm forcing me to look at him, "Yes you had best."

I could feel his hold tighten on my arm. "Um, I could move a lot faster if you didn't have a death grip on me." (Not the best thing to say, but what else could I say?)

He only sneered. "Why would I want to do that. There is a punishment for those who get to close to the Slytherin common room." Pulling out his want he pointed it at me.

Now I bet you all think I am some scared nitwit who faints every time I see Harry's picture (that is true, but not important at the moment) but I am not. I instantly kicked him, and then ran. I kept running till I found myself back at the portrait.

"I don't see me tea." It started.

"I am in no mood for this you here! I have had a long day!" I then turned around, muttered a spell and handed her the tea and crumpets that had appeared in my hand. "Take it and tell me where the common room for Hufflepuff is."

The picture stared at the food in my hands, "Well ye are smarter than most kids I ask, and they never return with the food either. Impressive, only I can't help ye."

"WHAT? I RUN AROUND THE SCHOOL TILL I REALIZE THAT I CAN JUST USE MAGIC THEN YOU TELL ME YOU DON'T KNOW! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO RUN AROUND A SCHOOL YOU HAVE JUST ARRIVED AT AND WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE LOST?" I hate this, why can't Harry just come and shoot me now, I will live a happy life haunting other distraught Harry Potter fans. I would have started banging on the picture if I hadn't realized someone was behind me.

"Is everything all right?" asked the elderly man who had witnessed my outburst.

I took some calming breaths that Mary Sue encouraged me to use so that I would appear the proper foreign student, who didn't try and kill pictures in her spare time. "I am perfectly fine."

His blue eyes twinkled, "I am sure, but being the headmaster of this school I feel that I should take you to your common room. What team are you on? Wait let me guess, Hufflepuff?"

"Yes sir."

"Come along then. Did you know Hufflepuffs are believed to be the most patient of people?" He asked.

"No sir. I fear that I don't live up to that."

He smiled, "You will soon, are you Monique?"

"Yes." (In case you are wondering, I feel like a fool and I now probably about to be told that I was to be sent back to France.). We walked a ways in silence.

"I was told that you would be needing tutoring and I assigned Professor Snape to be your tutor. You are to meet with him after history of magic, which you have every other day. Ah, here we are. The password is Dragon's Breath. I'll leave you here." He then walked away leaving me in front of a picture with a little girl in a white dress.

"Dragon's Breath?" I asked.

"You may enter." She said in a squeaky voice as she swung forward on her frame. I walled into the whole and stepped into the Hufflepuff common room. The floor was made of a yellowish wood that was interlocked with back pieces, forming many badgers if you looked at the floor for a while. The rest of the room was done in yellow and black, with a huge fireplace in the center of the room. All around it were yellow and black couches.

"See I told you! She was just probably following harry back to his common room. Honestly Jean you worry too much. Monique over here." Cried Monica, not acting like the girl with Charity, from the other side of the fireplace.

I walked over to them and plopped down next to Jean. "Where in the name of Merlin where you?" he asked.

"I was yelling at a picture if you want the truth."

"That must have been.fun." He said, giving me a funny look.

"Monique I'll show you our dorm. We are sharing one with the other fifth years." Monica pulled me up and dragged me up more stairs.

"Once I am up here I am staying up here." I said grouchily, you would to if you had had such a horrible day. Thank Merlin I saw Harry, and I even TALKED to him.

Monica dropped her perky attitude when I said this, "That bad of a day? We are lucky we're on the same floor as the Great Hall. How many stairs did you have to climb?"

I told Monica the events of the evening and I told her to watch out for an evil picture that wants tea. I also told her that who ever came up with the phrase curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back should die.

"I wish I had been there with you. Jean told me to wait for you but I was so excited to see the rest of the school and you were taking such a long time with Harry that I just gave up waiting. Jean naturally followed."

I didn't answer her. Instead I changed into my night cloths and crawled into the bed she had indicated. Monica did the same and before long I was out cold, dreaming blissfully wonderful dreams of Harry and I, Mary Sue and Ron were in the background.

Author's Note: this chapter is a little random, promise it will get better, the picture will come in use later (Actually I really don't know, but it is there for future use). I need to use less description or something. That was the only good thing about her diary, I could keep out more that I do now.