Tomas and I entered the Great Hall in a deep conversation about Muggles. No one ever seems to find my fascinations interesting, so I found this a welcome change, if only he had been a girl and obsessed with Harry Potter.

"So do you using pens and pencils as easy as using a quill?" I asked, utterly amazed at how muggles could come up wit such a thing. Madam Toadstrad promised to bring us back some one-year but she forgot so I have never seen them before.

"Monique, they are better than quills, just think, the muggles have come up with a way to avoid dipping their tools in ink all the time, and you can erase with pencils better than you can magic away a mistake.

"Do you have any with you?" I asked as we both sat down at the Hufflepuff table and began to fill our plates with lunch.

"Not with me, but at home I have tons. My parents don't like it when I pull out parchment and quills to do things and they find my constant spilling of my ink on my desk intolerable. Maybe I can have my parents send some over in their next owl if you really want some." He offered, smiling at me.

I gazed up at him. I had never really had an in-depth conversation with a muggle born wizard before, at school they tend to keep to themselves for reasons unknown to me. Not knowing what else to say to him I picked at my tomato soup, thinking of how both Harry and Ron had turned this color. Tomas seemed to notice that I had nothing to say, so he started talking about the weather.

"What is your favorite muggle movie?" I asked, changing the subject. I had seen many muggle movies in the past two years thanks to muggle studies.

" I don't know, I like James Bond, but the newer ones are pointless."

"James Bond?" I asked, for we had never seen any movies about him.

"He's a British secret agent and he is always saving the world. What's your favorite movie?" He asked

"I don't really know, I like the ones where they were the big puffy dresses and dance a lot in these huge houses and they are pulled around in carriages. I also like Emma too, do muggles really only think about marriage?" I asked Tomas, who had raised his eyebrow, clearly not understanding what I was talking about.

I was saved the task of explaining to him what I meant because Jean and Monica sat down on both sides of me. I think Jean was being rather rude because he had the nerve to sit down right between Tomas and I.

"Hello Monique, how was your class? Did you manage to make it through without falling asleep or cutting?" asked Monica.

I blushed. Am I forever going to be plagued by my behavior yesterday? I bet Harry would have done it too if he had come up with the idea. "Yes, I lasted the whole class and one of the muggle devices a computer or something like that started smoking. Tomas, the guy who Jean is practically sitting on, was telling me how they are really supposed to store information and you can use them to play games."

"I won't be sitting on him if you two would scoot over." Mumbled Jean, looking embarrassed.

"Come on Jean, we know you must be loving every moment on Tomas' lap now aren't you?" asked Monica as she and I both moved over so that Jean could sit like a normal person.

Monica's comment must have scared Tomas greatly because he hastily rose saying, "Well it was nice meeting you Monique. I hope to see you again sometime, only I have to go right now and do my Transfiguration homework, I forgot to do it you see. By!" he then headed out of the main hall.

Jean was laughing so hard that he ended up needing my shoulder for support. Monica meanwhile was talking about Tomas and I in a rather unflattering manor, "Monique I don't know how you do it! Honestly you are worse than Mary Sue is. He was practically drooling over you! Did he ask you out?"

"He was not! I don't think he was drooling, what and awful thing to say, if anything we can say Jean is the one who does the drooling, that is in his sleep at least." (Jean stopped laughing after I said this) "We were only talking about class and muggles. What's wrong with that? I mean Mary Sue is already talking about marriage and a long distance relationship with poor Ron, who is probably still trying to figure out what is going on."

"I don't drool in my sleep! What gave you that idea?"

"You don't do you Jean? Is that why Mary Sue and I have pictures telling us otherwise?"

"You took pictures of me?!" he yelled sounding more pleased than angry.

"No, Francis did actually, he gave them to Mary Sue, who made copies of them for me, since she probably figured we would need to blackmail you one day."

"Monique! What an awful thing to think!" exclaimed Monica.

I insisted it was true.but Monica is living a very innocent life (when she isn't trying to claim I am flirting with guys) and doesn't want to believe it, I wonder what would happen if I told her about Mary Sue's useful photo book off embarrassing pictures. We don't have any on Monica because she in the library all the time with Charity back at home, but besides those two I don't think anyone else is safe from the picture book.

After we finished we made our way to the Tranfiguration classroom. Professor McGonagall wasn't there yet so we all hung out in a group in front of the door. Monica was nice enough to tell me that we had this class with Slytherin as well as our next one. Great, life couldn't become better. While she was saying this in noticed the pale boy, (Draco?) join another group of kids dressed in green. It was around this time that I noticed that I hadn't seen Harry at all today. I didn't have very much time to obsess about this for the professor came.

During this class I was sitting next to Monica. We were assigned to turn a butterfly into a pair of boots.

"A nice and practical thing for two young ladies such as yourselves to learn how to do." She said politely when I asked why before walking to the next pair, who happened to be Jean and Draco.

Monica would not listen to me as I told her we needed to be one with the butterfly before trying to change it into something.

"Monique that is improbable, why would I waste my time doing that? As I recall I have top marks in Transformation back at our school. You don't." She said before muttering the spell to turn her butterfly into a set of boots.

Instead of boots she got a pair of stilettos that were brightly colored and with a beaded butterfly on the heel. Biting her lip as she listens to my laughter she said, "I would like to see you do better!"

Ah, Monica forgot that Tranfigeration is the only class that I do well in, like usual. People just don't remember that I am good at some things in school, they all think I am to stupid to do well in anything.

To start the spell I envisioned myself in a beautiful field with butterflies all around me; Harry was on the other side, calling out to me asking for a kiss. I leaped across the field scattering the butterflies around muttering the spell to change them into boots. Harry disappeared.

I stopped daydreaming and in front of me were a pair of practical black boots, the only problem with them was the fact that they had green lightning bolts on the sides.

"Thinking of Harry Potter when doing the spell?" Asked Monica dryly.

I blushed. "haven't you ever heard the phrase 'whatever stuffs your taco'?"

Professor McGonagall came over smiling. "Very good job, five points for Hufflepuff. My, these boots have a weird design on them, lightning bolts? Why on earth would a butterfly leave." she looked away from the boots, "Mister Malfoy! Get you hands off Mister Val Jean!"

Professor McGonagall ran over to the table Jean had been sitting at. He wasn't sitting there anymore for Draco was sitting on top of him, his hands over Jeans's throat. I ran over to him and started whacking Malfoy with one of the stilettos Monica had made. Professor McGonagall threatened to cures us if we didn't stop, but Monica was faster than Professor McGonagall she swiped her wand muttering some spell or another (I wasn't in any fit position to hear what she was saying, I was preoccupied with hitting Draco). Draco flew to the ceiling, sticking to the top, like a spitball. I ended up sitting on top of Jean.

"Professor McGonagall! Get me down!" He yelled from his position in an amazingly cold voice (that kind must have some major family problems). All the Hufflepuffs were looking at Monica, Jean, and I with a new light, some were even cheering for us.

The Professor preformed the counter spell. "Mister Malfoy, Mister Val Jean, Miss. Merryweather, and Miss La Demond you will all stay after class and receive detention slips." Glancing at the clock she declared the rest of the class was dismissed.

"I can't believe you would do such a thing to one another! This is unheard of, Hufflepuffs and Slytherins fighting, what nonsense indeed. Mister Malfoy why were you trying to kill Mister Val Jean?"

Draco sneered at us, "I was provoked by the new student Professor." Was all he said.

Jean confirmed what he said, not offering Monica and I anything to work off of, in the end we had to say when we saw our friend in a moral dilemma we felt obligated to help him. (Monica said this, not me). Professor McGonagall didn't think there was anything wrong with our confessions and she assigned us detention for the following night, that is till I told her I had a tutoring session, so it was made for tonight.

All four of us filled out of the classroom in silence and proceeded to make our way to Charms. Actually if you want the true facts all three of us had to follow Draco since we had no idea as of where we were supposed to go. Amazingly enough we weren't late for class.

Once seated we proceeded to get lectured on a new spell called coniurati dubito. Its main purposes it to cause doubt to be inflicted upon ones enemies so that you have the advantage. Jean, Monica, and I paid attention to it, but I believe we all just wanted the class to be over.

Once the class had finally finished, we all headed over the library to try and get some work done.

"Jean, why were you and Draco fighting?" I asked while putting the last touches on my tutor session homework.

"Dunno."

"Of course you know why Jean Val Jean, I wouldn't have tired to help you out if I didn't expect a satisfactory answer. You are aware that Monique and I have risked our staying at this school for you? Or did you not think that Monsieur Le Rayan would not hear about this?" Asked Monica. (I hadn't thought about that happening.this is not going to fly over well with Monsieur Le Rayan)

Jean hadn't thought about this either because he turned a pale shade of white. "I didn't think about that." He muttered.

"Why were you and Draco Malfoy fighting?" I repeated for him.

"Well he was just saying all this awful stuff about our school and he was going on and on about how dumb foreign students are. It all started when I tried to help him with the spell. After I had finished mine, making it perfect, and he had less than perfect results he came after me. After that I saw Monique on top of him with come crazy looking shoes and then he was an on the ceiling and Monique was on top of me instead."

"You were fighting about who went to a better school?" I asked, coming to the conclusion that the next time Jean makes fun of Harry and how I dream about him, I will just have to bring up his habit for fighting over the stupidest things.

"Sort of."

Monica gave him a look that showed how much she believed him. (Meaning she didn't believe him at all.) Instead of voicing this she asked about my amazing quantity of homework. I opened my mouth to answer but I heard a familiar set of voices from the other side of the bookcase. Monica heard it too.

"Harry did you hear about what happened with the Hufflepuff fifth years in Transfiguration?"

" Ron do you think I care, being Hufflepuffs they probably tired to become best friends with Slytherins or something along those lines. Wouldn't surprise me if they did since they are all such a peaceful lot." Commented Harry. (Does he think I am a peaceful person I wonder). "No Harry the exact opposite. You know Mary Sue's friends?" He asked, meanwhile Monica motioned for me to get up and follow her. Jean was being a spoilsport and just stayed at the table.

"Yes, I think I remember them, didn't one of them claim to kick Malfoy when he threatened her or something?" came Hermione's answer.

"I am willing to bet she did."

"Why do you say that?" Asked Harry who was now starting to sound interested in their conversation.

"Well apparently Malfoy started to strangle one of her friends, so she came after him with some type of shoe, then her other friend then stuck Malfoy to the ceiling with a spell. What do you have to say about their being peaceful now?"

By now Monica and I were standing behind the group. I could see Harry's and Hermione's mouths hanging open. "They did what?" He asked.

Ron smiled, "Serves the git right! I wish we had a class with that three some and the slytherins, that must have been great fun to watch."

Monica, I think was getting a little angry for I could see her stand up at her full height (some amazing 5 foot 2 inches). Before I could stop her she said, "Is that what your school thinks of us? I am not some thing put here to amuse a bunch of British brats!"

Ron, Harry and Hermione looked shocked to see us behind them. "That isn't what I was saying. You see we just-" Started Ron.

"Come on Monica, lets go back to Jean, we still have to finish all our homework, get dinner since I didn't have any yesterday, and we need to serve our detention. There isn't anytime for making things worse." Monica looked at me as I said this and then walked back over to Jean, not even giving any sign of caring what she did. Turning to Ron, Harry and Hermione I said (note: I didn't even try to look at Harry as I said this I was to embarrassed by Monica's outburst), "Sorry about that, today hasn't been the best of days for any of us. See you later." I then went back to our table.

Monica was having a major writing frenzy and she didn't look up as I came back. Jean on the other hand acknowledged my presence by saying, "Seems that we have made fools of ourselves today."

"Well at least I get to have you guys at my first detention ever!" muttered Monica, not even pausing as she said this.

I frowned and returned to my Muggle Studies homework. It is amazing that Monica has never had a detention before, I mean I don't feel right if I don't get one at least once a week for doing something wrong. Towards the end of my homework I looked up at the clock, "Jean?" I asked, "What time is detention at?"

"Nine thirty why?"

"Is it just me or does it say that it's ten?"

"Bloody Hell!"

All three of us frantically shoved our books into our bags and ran to the Great Hall. Professor Snape was sitting at one of the tables waiting for us.

"I see all of you have decided to grace me with your presence after all. Twenty points from Hufflepuff. Mister Malfoy has already served his detention. You three won't be as lucky. Mr. Val Jean you are to report to Professor McGonagall do as she says, Miss. Merryweather you are to report to Professor Umbridge for detention and Miss La Demond you are to help me in the potions classroom." Turning to my two friends he hurried them along. I gave Monica a smile of encouragement.

"I bet you think detention here is a joke and the reason why you have it is a joke but by the end of it you will think otherwise." Said Snape coldly seeing my smile before sweeping off down the hall for me to follow him.

I spent the next three hours cleaning out cauldrons by hand, and then re- labeling his potion ingredients. By the end of detention my hands and arms were killing me.

"Miss. La Demond you are now free to go." He said.

I stood up and made my way to the door, "One moment," he said causing me to pause, "Did you honestly hit Mister Malfoy with a stiletto?"

I nodded and then exited the room as fast as I could. Up in the common room I found Jean asleep on one of the chairs. "Jean?" I asked while shaking him.

"I'm up, go away now!"

"How long have you been here?"

"Detention has been out for about two hours at the least, where have you been? Is Monica back?" he asked sleepily.

"In Snape's office doing everything under the sun, it had better be that way tomorrow when I have tutoring or I am going to be one mad little student."

Jean gave me a week smile as the portrait hole opened. Monica entered cradling her hand. Tears were running down her eyes. "I am never going to do anything wrong again!" she wailed before collapsing in a heap on the couch. I ran over to her and instantly started to try and comfort her.

"It could have been that bad." Tired Jean.

"Oh yes it could have!" She sobbed, thrusting out her hands. On them were the words 'I will not fight'.

"What happened?" asked Jean and I at the same time.

"I had to write with this pen a hundred lines saying I will not fight. The ink was red, and I never had to refill the pen, as I was writing with my right hand it started to hurt and bleed, being the bright person I am I switched hands, and voila I started to bleed on the other hand as well. Turns out I was writing with my own blood!"

Jean gave me this look, telling me that he had no idea as of what to do, to be truthful neither did I. So both of us go up and all three of us fell asleep on the couch, in a vain attempt to comfort Monica.

Author's note: FORGIVE ME MONICA!!! I admit I am not being really nice to Monica at the moment. But ahhhhhhh how sweet, they are all asleep and I have covered a day of Monique's life in less than two days! That is seven pages of words for all of you.

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