QUICK!

Before you read another word, write your own FULL name in every blank on this page!

Don't be afraid! Your Workbook™ is meant for writing in!

Hello James Harold Potter ! It's great to meet you!

Hey, wait a minute. That name sounds familiar!

James Harold Potter

Isn't that the name of a FAMOUS WIZARDING AUTHOR!

Well, is it? Not sure? Maybe one day?

Hey, James Harold Potter – there's only one thing that is sure! And that's this: The answer is in your hands!

Or to be straight with you, James Harold Potter , the answer is in this Workbook™

You want to know how the Workbook™ works?

It's simple.

We ask questions. You answer them

And by the time you get to the end of the book, you're a wizarding author!

Think it's crazy? Think again. Ever heard of Newt Scamander? Kennilworthy Whisp ring a bell? How do you think those guys got started!

So. You ready? Let's dive right in!

How do you KNOW, deep in your heart, that you WILL be a wizarding author one day? (Go on, James Harold Potter , it's your turn now. . . .)

Ermmm. You scare me.

No. Really. You actually scare me.

How weird is it that a little, innocent looking book could scare me, the great and amazing James Potter? It's weird. Let me tell you.

Anywho. Apart from that, I've got no intention of becoming an author, and therefore your question is obsolete. (Is that the right word for me to use? I don't know. I have a tendency to use the wrong word for what I mean.)

Wonderful! Now, how do you know that you have the determination to see your dream through?

Lily says that it is the wrong word. She says that stupid is a better choice. She also said that I am not great and amazing and that I should stop trying to inflate my ego. So nice of her. (I'm being sarcastic right there. I do that a lot. Get used to it, you scary little book.)

Oh, and I'm not in the least determined. Not about this stupid class, not about anything. Well, maybe about Quidditch. But that's all.

Okay, great. Now, what was it that made you choose this course out of all of the optional seventh-year courses?

Perhaps I haven't made myself clear enough. I. Don't. Like. This. Class. Also, you scare me. Have I mentioned that you scare me? If I asked you to, would you get lost?

No, I suppose you wouldn't. That would be too much to ask. Plus you're a book. So I guess you can't walk now, can you?

Although, with my superior Transfiguration skills, I'm sure that I could make you into a rat and make you run around the room, scaring people. Although, that might scare Lily, which wouldn't be very nice. I wouldn't want to make her mad at me again.

Moving on . . .

Interesting. Okay, let's start with something simple. Look around you right now. Write down a list of everything you see.

Is it interesting? Is it really?

So . . . What can I see from where I am? Well, let me tell you.

I see my desk and my chair. Sitting in my chair is me. Lying on my desk is this book, some random parchment, a spare quill, and an inkpot. On the ground beside my desk is my blue book bag. One of the clasps is broken, so you can see a few of the textbooks that are inside it.

On the other side of my desk is Sirius, who also happens to be sitting in a chair, although only two of his chair legs are on the floor. I hope he falls. That would be funny. Sitting on his end of the desk also happens to be his workbook, and . . . nothing else.

Right in front of us is Wyn and the lovely Lily. They, coincidently, are also sitting on chairs. Who would have guessed? Lily, with her lovely red hair, is looking as beautiful as usual, and Wyn looks like her self.

Other people, such as Casey McDonald, and Richard Smith are sitting around the room on chairs at desks. Shocker, eh?

So, if you can bear the sarcasm, that's what I can see around the room. I bet that had you on the edge of your seat, now didn't it?

We bet you just wrote down "desk," "quill," "teacher," etc., etc. Maybe you noticed the wand, but we bet you didn't get the chip in the side of the wand! Now, go ahead and try again. Write down EVERYTHING that you see.

Yeah. For your information, scary little book thing, I did write down everything I saw. Well... most of it. I got kind bored there at the end, as you might have noticed. I tend to do that a lot. I start off doing something really well, and by the time I get finished, the quality of the work isn't the greatest.

Lily once told me that this is because I have ADD. What that stands for, I have no clue. Some muggle disorder I guess. Maybe it stands for Attractive Dude Disorder. I am attractive, if I do so myself. Somehow I doubt that is the right name for it. Hold on while I ask Lily.

That's better! Now, do you know the names of any of the people around you?

I sent Lily a note and she wrote back and said that it stood for Attention Deficit Disorder. Apparently she tinks that I can't stay on a topic for long before I'm off doing something else. Well, I'm sorry Miss Evans, but I happen to think that having ADD is a good quality! Who wants to stick around doing the same thing for an extended period of time? No one, that's who!

I guess I have been able to concentrate once in a while, for important type things like the Marauder's Map and becoming an animagus. Things like that require concentration.

Yeah! She must be wrong! I plan our pranks, and those require total concentration! Hah! Take that, you know-it-all!

Don't worry, Lily, I still like you. I just needed to get my own back after you beat me soundly on that Potions test.

What about their middle names?

What about whom's middle names!

Oh...

Yeah, I wasn't paying attention to that.

Who cares though, really? Are you going to write everyone letters about how amazing/stupid their middle names are?

Are you a stalker, you scary book? Are you? Are you going to track us all down in our sleep and murder us in our beds?

I hope not. That would be sad. The world would mourn at the loss of James Potter, quidditch player extraordinare!

Let's pretend that YOU are a character in a book. The book starts with you waking up yesterday morning. Tell us what you did.

You really are a stalker, aren't you! Why else would you want to know what I did yesterday morning! Were you watching me?

Ewwwwwwww. Did you see me in the shower!

So you're a stalker and a perv.

That's just wrong, you know. Some things are not meant to be done, and watching me as I shower is one of them. For one thing, you might have noticed my special hair-care regimen. That's a secret that I will take with me to the grave! No one will ever know how I make my hair this awesome!

Great! So what happened next? Remember that these are easy questions – it's not about "making things up." Your Workbook™ is going to build you toward "invention." For now, you should just tell the truth!

All the idiot does is use Gomez Bed-Head Mess Up Shampoo, followed after a two minute wait by Houston's All-Day Shine Conditioner. He then towel-drys his hair for three minutes, shakes his head from left to right, runs his hand through his hair seven times, and tugs on his left earlobe.

That was Sirius. He just leaned over and decided to pretend that he knows what I do with my hair every morning. Well, he's wrong. I don't towel-dry my hair for three minutes! See? He doesn't know all!

I towel-dry my hair for three minutes and two seconds.

Okay, time for your first QUICK FLICK. These are "memory" exercises that you will find throughout your Workbook™. You'll really start to look forward to them! Think for a moment, and then describe your first day at Hogwarts.

Let's see... My first day of Hogwarts was cool. I exploded the Hogwarts Express and we all had to wait for Dumbledore to apparate to the platform and magic a new train. When we got to the school, I got sorted into Gryffindor and everyone screamed.

Wow. If you believed that, there is something really, really wrong with you.

If you really want to know, you can read what Sirius wrote, or what Lily wrote, or what Wyn wrote. I bet they are all pretty much the same, and I'm sure that they tell all of the important details.

Tell us the name of your best friend. Does he play quidditch? Is he a prefect? We'll leave a couple of pages so you can tell us ALL about your best friend!

Sirius, aka Padfoot, is my best mate. He's cool, and he's funny, and he's a good quidditch player. He likes Wyn Christopher, although he doesn't know that I know that he likes her. But I know that he doesn't know that I know that he likes her. That means that he doesn't know that I know that he doesn't know that I know he likes her, which means that I know that he doesn't know that I know that he doesn't know that I know he likes her. Which means...

Oh look!

Class is over now. That means that you get to be shoved into my book bag and crushed between my immensely heavy textbooks. Stupid Arithmancy. The bloody textbook is 1165 pages long, and it weighs about a tonne.

Well done! That was fabulous!

And guess what? You did it! You finished Part 1 of your Workbook™! We are SO PROUD of you!

Be sure and take a break before you go on to the next Part. . . .

Author's Note: Well, there you have it, the first set of four is done! But never fear, I've already strted working on the next template, and I should have Sirius's entry up within a few weeks.

Just wondering how you guys like the story so far. Something big is going to happen soon, so be sure to stay tuned.

Luv you all,

Tidal Waves