Celwriter: next chappie and some things you may think are spelling errors are really me trying to capture Irene's tone and speech. Disclaimer: the ideas, characters, places, etc. that belong to J. K. Rowling do not belong to me. Additions are mine, but based on the ideas that are not mine. Chapter 2 "Shitimgonnadie! Getthefuckoutamyway!" Irene screamed as she flew down the hill. She knew she should have at least practiced on her snowboard before flying down the slope and now she was going to crash. The object was pile of snow that loomed closer and closer. Soon there was impact and one of her boots slid out of the snowboard and the other boot came completely off. The coldness pressed against her face. Ron had seen her fly into the abnormally large pile of snow. He saw one of her boots attached to the snowboard lying nearby on the ground, so he picked it up to hand it to her.

"Omygod, whatidiotwouldputasnowpilehere?" Irene asked no one in particular. Ron was about to say that it kept people from hitting it if they were going down the right side of the slope, but the girl turned around. Some water was dripping from her nose and her navy-blue jacket and her eyes squinted and eye-brows furrowed as she said:

"Whoareyouandwhydoyouhavemysnowboard, youfuckin'thief?"

Ron was instantly entranced by her facial expression and the way her sentences became one word.

"I saw it over there and decided to bring it to you," Ron said handing it over. The girl's eyes squinted again and her lips were slightly pursed as she said:

"Youu lie."

"No really, I work here."

"Whatsyourname?"

"What?"

"WhatsyournamesoIcanhaveyoufiyed."

"Uh, I'm Ron."

"I'm IreneChang."

"Nice to meet you," Ron said, extending his hand.

"Notouchy, touchybad." Ron withdrew his hand.

"That was bloody brilliant you know."

"Noitwasnt, brilliant peopledontcrashintosnow."

"Ron!" came a shout from the main building.

"Whothefuckisyelling?" asked Irene.

"My brothers, I think. I've got to go. See you later?"

"Whywouldiwannadothat?"

"Okay, see you then!" Ron yelled as he ran to the building.

"Bloodybastards," muttered Irene as she put her boot and snowboard

back on and got on the lift.