So today we did what we actually came to America for. We ventured forth and found Eliza's old friends. They were sufficiently amusing. In a disturbing way. They had plenty of ridiculous stories to tell about their evil headmistress and about the evil powers she doth possess.

We tried to tell them all about Hogwarts, and about how even though it is hard and boring sometimes, when a teacher isn't being possessed by the most cruel wizard of all time, or when a giant snake isn't attacking people, or when a mass murderer isn't on the loose, that is, it is actually amazing. They just couldn't understand the concept that school could be fun, but Hogwarts can be plenty fun!

Like that time in History of Magic, when all of the people in my Arithmancy took off their shoes, crept slowly and secretly down the hallway, barged into our class and threw their shoes at us. We were talking about goblin rebellions and whatnot, so it was a lovely interuption. It turned into a school-wide shoe fight. For all except those imprisoned in Snape's death chamber. The Evil Git made them all stand behind him while he tried to give all of Hogwarts, except the Slytherins, of course, detention. Dumbledore merely smiled and threw his own shoes at Snape while telling him to "lighten up, Severus". It was the best thing I have ever seen, ever. Including that time Fred and George turned Ron's teddy-bear into a spider. And that is saying a lot.

But since they have never met neither Snape nor Dumbledor, they just couldn't understand the true hilarity of that moment.

All they really wanted to talk about was Harry Potter, since they all had insane school-girl crushes on him. This craze had developed after they read about him in American Witch Weekly. But it was all too much for us when they mentioned the "beautiful Boy-Who-Lived, with the amazing green eyes that could light up the sky on a cloudy day". Jessi, Eliza, and I just looked at each other and proceeded to burst out laughing. We managed to explain that we knew him at school because my brother is his best friend, before they could tear us limb from limb for mocking the BBBWL (Beautifully-Bodilicous-Boy-Who-Lived) . They stared and gasped and hooted in awe when we announced this (I told you they were silly!), and immediately asked us if we could get his autograph, or steal his toothbrush or something else odd like that. At this point, Liza turned to me and whispered in my ear, "They sound exactly like you did when you were eleven," to which I responded by accidentally stamping on her feet. Very hard.

When I revealed that he had spent the better part of the summer at my house, they almost fainted with jealousy. Over-Excited-Fan-Girl-Number-One even started to cry. Talk about needing to get a life. They spent the next thirty-minutes asking me really creepy questions regarding his personal life. They demanded to know if the rumors were true: does Harry Potter a Hippogriff tattooed across his chest?

I replied, "No, it's a Hungarian Horntail, much more macho."

At this shocking news, they all swooned.

"Those girls were pretty wacked, weren't they?" I asked, slumping farther into my chair. It was much later that day, and we were all sitting around drinking hot chocolate that Nana had made us.

"Yeah. Totally. I can't believe you were friends with them. They were insane." Jessi made a face at Eliza. I didn't feel as though this was the right moment to point out to Jessi that she had done something similar when she had first met Harry. Most young witches do.

"Well, they were normal in Kindergarten. I can't believe they would get so weird about a boy. It's Harry for Merlin's sake. No offense, Ginny." Liza looked at me apologetically.

"None taken. Wait, wait. Why would I be offended?" I asked suspiciously, narrowing my eyes at Liza in what I hoped was a threatening manner. She merely turned to Jessi, and they shared an exasperated look.

"You know, you look exactly like your mum when you do that. It's freaky." Jess pointed out helpfully. I glared at her, too. Eliza sighed.

"Gin, really, you can't deny your obvious attraction to the fellow. You turn bright re-" She was very rudely cut off by my scream.

"AH, STOP! I DO NOT LIKE HARRY POTTER! At all. Not in the least!" I stamped my foot really hard on the ground for effect. "And that is final." Eliza looked down and her shoes, shaking in what I assumed was fear of my withering glare. There. I won. At least for tonight. I stood there, all gloat-y, until Jessi decided to speak. Unfortunately.

"Here we are ladies and gentlemen, Cleopatra, Queen of Denial." She smirked at me. Smirked. Like she was Malfoy or something. It wasn't even a remotely funny joke.

Liza finally looked up, and I could tell by her face that her shaking was not in fear of my extensive power, but an attempt to hide her laughter. I rounded on her, pointing my finger, I opened my mouth to speak—and Eliza could no longer hold it in. I guess my anger was just too funny. She rolled off her chair, tears off mirth streaming down her cheeks, gasping for breath.

"...Mrs. Weasley...you!...TWINS!"

The room had turned into crazy-land. I was standing there with my ears as red as my hair, brandishing my fist, while Jessi ran in circles around me, singing "You're in denial, you're in denial" over and over again, and Liza was on the floor laughing copiously about my resemblance to my mother.

"Does anyone want marshmallows?"

Oh. Hi, Nana.

Author's Little Commentary: That last bit was a real experience. Summer Camp. Such good times.

P.S. I have been using real life experiences to write this story so far, you know, except the bits about Harry and magic, and I have to admit, I am running out of ideas. So I am offering anyone who reviews the opportunity to come up with an event that they wish for me to write about. I swear, unless it is inappropriate or does not work with the general idea I have for the story, I will write it! :)