Umm… I AM SO SORRY! I have an excuse. School is my excuse Watson. Because my dear Watson, school causes me stress, and stress makes me go crazy. And when I'm crazy, my friends look for sales on amazon for strait jackets. HA, no… At least not yet. Anyway… it's all schools fault. And my parents took away the laptop that I type on for the whole month! I got it back for the time being for typing. On the bright side of things I'm not the youngest grade. Second year of middle school! And I have a story.

So, there is this writing team in my school that you have to try out for. I tried out for it. And I didn't make it. Now, please make my day and tell me in a comment that I should of made it on that team. And that the teacher in charge of it just missed the most amazing human being that could be in her writing team.(I'm not the best but I am pretty good.) And put that one sign thingy if you read my A/N( 0_0)

puckertooldragon- I don't know where you live… Actually, maybe I do. Not like I'm a stalker or anything… IM BEING SARCASTICT. (I'm not your personal stalker, sorry.) And I Don't think Puck or Daphne know where you live. Well, maybe they're YOUR stalkers. Just a question to ponder..

QUESTION OF THE WEEK!- Who would you want to be stalked by. Sorry, I'm on the topic of it anyway..

THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVEIWS! Thwank wou. I twalk in a bwaby vowce. (And the red lines under the words appear. The attack is highly annoying.)

Disclaimer- I am still not Michel Buckley or JK Rowling. And I don't own amazon. I actually don't own anything except the stuff on this website that comes out of the rainbow bowl of pudding in my head called… you need to say it in the SpongeBob voice..

IMAGINATION! Please insert the rainbows over the word.

ENJOY!

We followed Professor Lupin down the hall until there was a mob of kids in black robes. "Just follow that group of kids. They will show you where to sit." HE pointed a finger at a group of kids with the same gold and red patch on their robes about my age, pushing us in front of him. "Thank you." I turned around so I could at least give him a nod, but he was gone. Daphne shrugged and skipped to the group of kids the Professor pointed out. I had no choice but to follow her.

I managed to blend in with the kids pretty well, but Daphne was the one hugging people. "My name's Daphne. I'm nine. I'm American!" Then she asked everyone to say 'buttons' with their English accent. The group went up many stairs that moved where ever they liked, passed paintings with the people covering their ears and complaining about the noise, and passed a group of kids with a green patch that shouted insults to us. I covered Daphne's ears as we passed by those kids. I really didn't want her to ask me what some of those words meant. And I didn't want Daphne writing home saying the new 'grown up' words she learned.

After what seemed like miles we reached the large doors. A sign next to it said 'dining hall' in fancy cursive. Daphne ohhed and awed at the whole castle, but hasn't bitten her palm yet. If she had, it would have fallen off. "Sabrina, what happens if the dining hall is really shmancy like Charmings' place? I only know how to use one fork!" She had her eyes really wide, her bambi face on. "Daphne, if there is more than one fork, you can give the extra ones to me." I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, nervous myself for what is beyond the doors. I only had a feew seconds to guess though, because the doors opened.

The dining hall was large, with four long tables, and one long table overlooking the four tables from a stage. On one side, a large fireplace gave off heat for the large stone room, while on the other side there were bookshelves with jars filled with colorful liquids and large books. "This. Is. So. Gravy." Daphne only lifted the bite on her palm to saw those words. I almost didn't hear her. As we walked down the center isle I stared at the ceiling. The domed roof was almost like glass, except the clouds, stars, and a moon were inside the building. There were floating candles everywhere, that moved if they were in your way. Sabrina sat down with the group, ending up next to Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ron, and a plump kid with a toad. "Hello." Hermione said, smiling at us. "Hi. IS the ceiling, like…" I gazed up at it. "Have you not read 'Hogwarts, a History'? It explains that it is not the actual moon and actual stars. It is magic. The astrology teacher and some of the other professors enchant it." She smiled at me like it was a fact every one knew. "Sorry. Just found out that I'm magical about a week ago." I gave her a small shrug, and turned to Daphne, who was fascinated by the toad. "Who's a good Trevor. You're a good Trevor!" She cooed at the toad, and I wanted to tell her to stop. But who was I to have a little girl be pushed away by 'a pucktastic toad prince'?

After about thirty minutes of Hermione lecturing Ron about how her parents are not people who are paid to rip peoples' teeth out, the doors opened again. This time hundreds of little kids with solid black robes and nervousness painted on their faces walked up to the stage. One by one, they called every little kid up and put the hat on their head, having constipated looks on their faces while they begged for certain houses. It took a long time, but eventually the last kid ran to the cheering table that was their new house. Once the table settled down, Dumbledore stood up and walked over to a golden stand that was in the form of a golden owl. "May we let the feast, begin!" Magically, hundreds of different foods appeared on the tables on the once empty golden plates. "Sabrina, there is only on fork!" She beamed at me, holding up the fork. I smiled back at her, but turned my attention to the food. Thankfully, there was no pink gravy or blue pieces of meat. Daphne hesitated before eating, suddenly emerged to magical food that wasn't a strange color. The Weasly family made food by hand, preferring the normal way compared to flicking a wand. "Daphne, its fine. I don't think they would put poison in the food." I elbowed her, and she took a bite into a chicken leg, then drank water at the same time. She swallowed the chicken and fanned her mouth, and noticed I was a looking at her funny. "I didn't know it was spicy, but it was so good!" She puffed up her cheeks and made a chipmunk face, stuffing a spoonful of peas into her mouth. I gave a little chuckle as she looked at Ron cross eyed, moving her head back and forth like a dinosaur.

The meal was fulfilling, but then dessert came. There were bowls of feathers, multi colored jelly beans, chocolate, and packages of chocolate frogs. "What are these?" I pointed at the new food, and Ron hung his mouth open, showing off saliva and chewed chocolate. "Its candy. You do know what candy is, Right?" He gave me a worried look, like I might of gone insane. "Yes. I really like skittles and ice-cream, but I don't see any of that stuff here." Harry and Hermione shared a look, then pointed out and explained every type of candy. Daphne was already taking on a dare from Fred and George on trying the jelly beans, which I learned were not actually jelly beans. "One time I had a Brussels sprout one." George told Daphne, trying to get her away from winning something of theirs. I liked the lollypops that changed flavors depending on your mood. The time flew by, because when I looked up at the clock it was about twelve. "That concludes out evening. Classes will start tomorrow." Dumbledore gave us some announcements about classes this year, and to be on a look out for dementors.

Tonight was the first night that me and Daphne have slept in different beds for about a year. Sure, we have slept in different sleeping bags at the fort, and used to have our own beds in New York as well as the Weaslys', but an actual bed. I'm excited to learn spells tomorrow, but I hope they don't go down like Wigardium Leviosa and the trashcan did.

I woke up in the morning and reached out to grab the baseball bat I always keep next to my bed. Even when sharing a room with Ginny I had a wooden plank next to the bed, but there was nothing there. Then I remembered. I am a descendent of merlin, I am powerful, and I am a witch. Many times when I daydream, I'll come back to reality and remember that I'm not in Ferrypot Landing anymore. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "Morning 'Brina." Ginny was sitting on the edge of her bed brushing her hair. "Morning." I grumbled back to her, and stood up. I put on the uniform, and kept my hair down. The uniforms consisted of the long black robe, a grey sweater vest over a white dress shirt, and black leggings under a similar grey skirt. I yawned again, and realized that Daphne was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder with a face that was supposed to be scary. "Guess what? I get to go to classes with you!" Daphne bear hugged me, and almost turned my face red. "That's- really.. .go-" Daphne gave one final squeeze and released me.

First class was potions. The walk to the dungeons was mostly steep stairs that the farther down you went, the more creepy sounding and dark stuff there was. "What if all of a sudden, a dementor popped out from nowhere?" Daphne was walking a few steps behind me, as if I was the one who would die first.

The stairs eventually stopped, and a long hallway led to a dark stone door with a sign that said 'Professor Snape Potions'

I opened the door and found out that the class was Christmas colors. Slytherin and Gryffindor. If was a miniature gothic form of the dining hall. I looked around the class room and saw Ginny at one of the tables, eyeing the cauldron with hate. I walked over to her, and sat down on one of the stools, Daphne following my lead. "Brina, don't let Daphne have anything that makes her the least bit hyper or loud. This teacher will-" She was interrupted from whispering to me by a pale hand on her shoulder. "This teacher will what ?" The voice was like ice dripping down my back. I looked up at the teacher, and I almost died. He looked like one of those knock of vampires at Halloween. The ones with long black hair, pale skin, and black robes. "Nothing at all Professor Snape." She looked down at her lap. "You all know me. I know all of you. There will be no introduction this year and we will get to work." He turned back around and walked over to the largest cauldron, which I supposed was his. "But, we do have two new students this year. And are apparently both powerful. What are your names so the class will know." He pointed at me. "Sabrina Grimm." I refused to answer anything else, but Daphne was all for the icebreaker questions. "I'm Daphne, I'm nine, I like dogs, My favorite color is periwinkle, and I love people with English accents saying buttons. I had sugar this morning…" She bounced up and down in her seat, giggling. "Daphne, Detention. And on your first day." He sneered at her. "Ok, but when do we get to make a love potion. Then I can finally have a PUCKABRINA day. It's a new national holiday." I smacked my forehead. Snape is not looking forward to this class for one reason. Daphne.

Sorry if Daphne is OCD about Puckabria… Just thought I would add that in. Anyway, I'm tired, and want to update my story. It's like 8:32… Not that late but my allergy pill made me sleepy.

DID YOU KNOW EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE AN ACCOUNT YOU CAN REVIEW? TRUE FACT. THE MORE YOU KNOW!