"And this is the group therapy room," said Michelle to Harry, showing him in after the rest of the kids, "where we have one of our various forms of group therapy, hence the name, along with breakfast, lunch, study hall, goals and reflections, and any assignments that may be given." She handed him a chart.

"It looks pretty busy," she admitted, "but it's rare that therapy groups last the entire hour. We normally try to give you at least five minutes to get to where you need to be and more if it's lunch. Things for the ED's are not mandatory if you are not an ED, nor are any of the PHP blocks."

"What's EDP and PHP?" asked Harry.

"EDP is Eating Disorder Patients and PHP is Partial Hospital Patient. As you are neither, you needn't worry," she said.

Harry huffed. "All I did was ask."

"And all I did was tell. Curiosity killed the cat."

He rolled his eyes and said, "I sure hope they punished Curiosity for killing the cat. And anyways," he said, noting that the entire table was snickering except for Sasha who was busy coloring, "that's impossible. Curiosity is a characteristic, not a person."

"Nothing is impossible, Mr. Potter," she said, turning red.

"Well, then you've obviously never tried to slam a revolving door, have you? How about nailing jello to a tree?"

"So, I see we have a person who likes to contradict on our hands, now don't we?"

"If you want to call it that," he said, and took his tray offered by Bryant. "And I prefer to be called Harry."

"Some things, you just can't have a stay in, now do you, Mr. Potter?"

He shrugged, "I think I should have a say in what make me uncomfortable."

She laughed. "What can possibly make you uncomfortable about someone calling you by your last name?"

He swallowed his bite of cereal and ticked off a few names, "Well, just to name a few people, Draco Malfoy is an enemy that calls me by it, Snape my- erm- chemistry teacher calls me that just because I remind him of my father that he loathes, and my archest of all rivals, Tom Marvolo Riddle, calls me that every time I see him, which happens to be once a year when he tries to-!" He cut short. By the end, he was standing up in rage.

"Excuse me," he said, and left the room where ten seconds later everyone could hear him screaming bloody murder. Then they hear a door being kicked open and glass being broke before everything fell silent. Everyone looked around in stunned silence before seeing him escorted down the hall to the psychiatrist's office.

Ten minutes later heard him kicking in another door follow by someone new saying, "I don't care that you get your anger out, I'm actually happy at that, but I am afraid to say that you'll need to pay for the two doors you just ruined. That's at least 250 pound, Harry."

He held up one finger. "Excuse me for just a moment," he said and re-appeared to ask Noel, "about how much is 000 pounds in… G's, Noel?"

She looked around, "how did… how did you know?" He held up his hospital bracelet, winked, and simply said, "W."

She grinned and said, "well, one G is about… 2.70340 pounds…" and the looked around. "Does anybody have a calculator?"

Gisella looked confused but handed over her calculator…

"Since one G is about… 2.70340 pounds… we multiply that by the cost of the doors," she said, and typed in both numbers but Harry made her replace the 250 by 300, just to be safe. Harry shook his head no. "That can't be right. Too much money."

Donna came in confused and asked what they were trying to do.

"Harry kind of broke two doors today," Noel tried to explain, "and Dr. Pateul said that he had to replace them both at about 250 pounds, but he wants to make it 300 just to be safe."

"And why is that confusing? Why do you need a calculator?"

"Well," she tried, "we don't… we don't have the same kind of money that you have, so we need to see how many G's it'll cost him."

"What are G's?" she tried.

Harry shook his head. "Can't tell you."

She tried to push it away and said, "one pound is 2.71549 G's… or is one G 2.71549 pounds?"

"One G is 2.71549 pounds," said Noel.

"So, if one G is about that much, you just divide that into 300 and you should get your total."

Whatever they did, they didn't get the same answer twice. Harry finally decided that he would ask Norm to take out 100 G's (aka Galleons) out of his vault whenever he could next and transfer that to muggle money for him and if that wasn't enough, he would have him get more...

AN: Ok, that's it for now… and I have no clue what I did to get what I got… at first, I had 87 galleons, then I had 174… then 187 and then 110… so, if anyone would mind telling me how to get about 200 dollars in US money into pounds… and then back into galleons, it would be highly appreciated.