Dear Bart,

This place is awesome! Everyone is nice, well, mostly everyone is nice. Some of the people here seem to think they're better than us. Europeans! I learned about this really cool sport they play here. It's called Kwidditch (not sure how you spell it, but I think that's right) and it is so much more fun than softball! I'm going to get somebody to teach it to me. Maybe I'll teach you it when I get back!

Your good friend,

Kristy

I never know how I should sign Bart's letters. We're a little more than friends, but we're not exactly boyfriend/girlfriend and going out. Our relationship is complicated. In fact, that's how I put our status on Facebook. Writing "Love, Kristy" might freak him out, but signing it just "Your friend, Kristy" seemed too passive. However, adding in the "good" made it a little better. Not that it really mattered anyway since my friends and I had yet to mail a letter as we couldn't seem to find a post office anywhere in sight.

It was such a beautiful day out, that I decided to take a walk around the castle and explore the area. As I was heading out, I ran into Stacey and Claudia who were with their new friends, Lavender and Parvati.

I joined up with them. "Hey, guys. What are you doing today?"

"Lavender told us she would show us how to make a-" Claudia started to say, but suddenly stopped in front of a huge display case. "Oh my Lord! Who is that? He's hot!"

She pointed to a picture of a handsome boy with a plaque that read "In Loving Memory of Cedric Diggory. We will never forget." The dates of his birth and death were given.

"He died when he was only seventeen!" Stacey, our math-whiz exclaimed. "How horrible!"

"He's dead?" Claudia let out a wail. "But he's so hot! He looks just like Edward Cullen!"

"Who is that?" asked Lavender.

"Oh, my Lord!" cried Claudia. "Don't you read "Twilight?" It's, like, only the best book in the whole entire universe! Edward Cullen is the sexiest, hottest, most desirable character ever known to mankind! And he looks exactly like this guy here. Well, at least Robert Pattinson does who played him in the movie."

"How did Cedric die?" I ask. "I thought this was suppose to be a safe place, like Disney World?"

Lavender and Parvati glanced at each other. "There are some things better not knowing," Parvati replied. "And Cedric's death is one of them. He died under the dark magic of the most evil, most powerful wizard of all time-"

"Oh, I get it!" Claudia interrupted loudly. "It's all part of the plan, right? To make your theme park more real? Of course you guys have "evil wizards". Just like movies have bad guys." She turned to Stacey and me, excitedly. "Do you know what this means? Robert Pattinson used to work here!"

Stacey squealed. "We may have sat in a seat that his butt touched!"

"Oh, my Lord!" cried Claudia. She turned back to Lavender and Parvati who looked greatly confused. "When did Robert, uh, I mean, Cedric die?" She winked at Stacey and me. "Was it around the time the "Twilight" movie was filmed?"

"Uh, I think you have this all wrong," Parvati said.

"He really did die!" Lavender cried, near sobbing. "We all saw his body!"

"They're just staying in character," Claudia whispered to us. "I bet since he got cast as Edward Cullen they just killed off the character he was playing here." She nodded at the display. "Very nice touch with the memorial. So what was it like working with Robert Pattinson? Was he as sexy as he is as Edward?"

"Duh, Claud, of course he is," Stacey replied. "He is so buttery!"

"Stacey and I saw "Twilight" eight times in the theater!" Claudia announced proudly.

Lavender and Parvati were still looking at us as though we each grown an extra head. They really did a great job of staying in character at all times.

"Well, I'll see you guys later," I said as I headed outside where I was drawn to a large sporting field. From a distance I could see four figures in the air. Curiously, I walked closer and saw that the four figures were humans flying on brooms! They seemed to be practicing some type of sport (none that I had never heard of, which is odd because I am a sports enthusiast) with large flying balls that look quite heavy whizzing every which way. The leader of the group was a pale blonde boy who might be considered good-looking if he didn't have that perpetual sneer on his face. Two bulky boys were each holding bats, hitting the large balls that kept flying around them, and the fourth, a black boy (hmmm....maybe I should ask him if he wanted to be penpals with Jessi...) was levitating in front of one of the goalposts.

I took a seat next to two girls who were watching them. "Hi, I'm Kristy," I introduced myself. "What's going on?"

The girl I sat next to looked at me with her pug-like nose and sneered. "We're watching Draco and the others practice Quidditich."

"What's that?" I asked.

She looked annoyed and asked if I had asked her some long, complicated question. "It's only the most popular sport in the wizarding world, everybody knows that, but of course since you're a Muggle, you wouldn't know that, would you?"

She proceeded to tell me how this Quidditich worked as we continued to watch the boys play.

"Oi, Pansy! Millicent! What are you doing?" All four boys were now off their brooms, walking toward us. "Why is one of the Mud-bloods sitting with you?" the boy named Draco didn't look overly pleased.

"She just sat down!" the girl named Millicent told him. "She wanted to know about Quidditich."

"Is this one of your rides?" I asked Draco. "Are you guys being lifted by a really thin wire that nobody can see? It's done quite well. Can you teach me how to play?"

Draco laughed loudly and unkindly. "Did you hear her, Blaise? The Mud-blood wants to learn to play Quidditich...a wizard's game!"

The black boy snorted. (Hmm, on second thought, maybe I wouldn't ask him if he wanted to be Jessi's penpal). "That will be the day!"

"Excuse me, but I so happen to coach my own softball team made up of my baby-sitting charges back in Stoneybrook," I replied haughtily. "And I'm the most athletic girl at my school!"

"Oh, well, in that case, that changes everything!" Draco replied sarcastically and the two bulky boys who stood on each side of him laughed.

"Why are you being so mean?" I asked. "Is this part of your character?"

Draco nodded. "Yes, yes it is. That's exactly what it is. I want this experience of you guys visiting our, uh, theme park to be as realistic as possible."

"Well, I understand you're only doing your job," I replied, "but I want you to teach me how this Quidditich works. Do you know how much my parents paid for me to come on this school trip? I would like my money's worth, thank you very much. (I didn't feel it was necessary to mention that my stepfather is a millionaire).

"You want to learn to play Quidditich, you have to learn how to fly first," Draco drawled. "Now as much as I would love to teach you to fly, and as good as I am, I am not the best flyer here at Hogwarts. No, that honor belongs to precious Potter." I detected sarcasm in his voice. "So I think you should ask Potter to help you learn to fly."

I nodded. "Okay. Who is this Potter guy?"

Draco smirked at me. "You mean to tell me since you've been here, you haven't heard of Harry Potter, famous Boy Wizard?"

"No, oh wait, that name sounds familiar. He's in Gryffindor, right? Wears glasses?"

"Yeah, that's him. Ask him to give you flying lessons. And make sure you ask him plenty questions about his fame, he positively loves it!"

Draco was grinning gleefully after I thanked him and left to search for Harry Potter.