Chapter 16:
Sleep didn't happen. I was worried, very worried. My head hurt…it only hurts when I'm in pressure. It usually happened at the orphanage when Pernilla made me do things I didn't want to; like steal cigarettes from the mistress's room. I didn't even know why Pernilla wanted to smoke those things, they were wicked awful, she once forced one in my mouth. I inhaled the dreaded smoke, blackening my lungs. I didn't understand why she wanted them at all… she was 14, but that's still not old. Most people are addicted to cigarettes after their first time trying one. I never wanted to see one again.
I didn't know if I had made the right decision, staying here. I knew I wasn't wanted; muggles must be a horrible title. I didn't understand it when Dumbledore told me I did belong here, and I didn't. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere, maybe that's what he meant. And I was going to find a way to belong, I was deciding how I could do this when I Hermione screamed.
"What's wrong, Hermione!" I yelled, I was barely awake, I looked at the clock:
3:25 AM. God, I thought to myself, I hope she's alright. "It's nothing, it's just that I'm so excited! We get ready for our first class in exactly 5 hours! Isn't that great everyone!" All the girls in the dormitory groaned, it wasn't exactly what we wanted to hear, especially me.
Hermione was right, at exactly 8:25 we all got up, got ready and went down for breakfast. Me and Hermione looked at our schedules, our first class would be Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Next, was double potions with the Slytherins with Professor Snape. It didn't take a genius (or someone who actually had magic) to figure out that potions wasn't going to be delightful. There was groaning and moaning. Complaining of all sorts. I was still worried though; all my books were completely the opposite things one needed to study magic… I didn't even have a wand, oh I wish Dumbledore just sent me the correct list of supplies instead of a way to trick my mind in thinking this school was normal.
Transfigurations class was taught in a almost normal looking classroom, with desks, chairs, a chalk board and bookshelves. "Welcome, first years, to your first day at Transfigurations, this year you will be learning how to transform simple things into something so unlike it's previous being. Such as turning a pin cushion into a mouse. Later on in your time at Hogwarts you will be taught to transform more difficult, complex things, such as this…" With a touch of her wand, McGonagall turned her desk into a pig, and then back into a desk, it was my first time seeing magic done in front of me, it was amazing. "…yes, but first, Ms.Jemmers…"
I wanted to sink into my chair and disappear, I was already the most talked about in this enormous school, I didn't want anymore lectures, or asking if I was okay, or anything. The girls at the dormitory were exceptionally annoying, they kept asking me to turn around when they tried the slightest bit of magic, they said they didn't want to get in trouble with the Ministry of Magic by showing magic in front of a muggle. I slowly walked up to McGonagall, looking at my feet, avoiding eye contact with anyone, but blinding my self of the pain didn't help me with my ears, there were snickers and whispering lingering around the room, like an unwanted fly buzzing in your ear. "Yes, Ms.Jemmers, please show me your books" I wanted to cry, I gave them to her, with a touch of her wand she turned my grammar, science and math books into Transfiguration, Charms, Potions etc books. "And Dumbledore has told me to give you this" she said, handing me a wand. "Excuse me Professor, wouldn't it be against the wizarding policy to give muggle a wand…why is this muggle here any ways? She is not allowed to see our world." It was Lavender, a girl in my dormitory, she was the most painful towards me. She stressed on the word "our" making me feel more and more an outcast, a sense of not belonging anywhere again went to the pit of my stomach.
"Mind your own business Ms. Brown, this situation is between Ms. Jemmers and Professor Dumbledore, if you feel the need to talk about it more, you can see me after class… in detention."
I wanted to kiss McGonagall right there on the spot…but I couldn't do that…that would be weird.
And I already was the talk of the school…I shouldn't soil my reputation at the school anymore…should I?
A/N: Of course that last bit there was a joke…just incase some people had no sense of humor, anyways, Oh my gosh, I have not updated this story in a bajillion years, I am so sorry… I have everything in my head…I just have to find time to write it all out..Review! It really keeps the motivation… also, i made this chapter longer, Kay, ok? happy??? sheesh, your gonna be the death of me!
!Charmaine!