I was so ready to exit this bed. After fifteen minutes of twiddling my thumbs, (Literally. I was ACTUALLY twiddling my thumbs,) I had the bright descision to attempt to make conversation with the Lupin guy, which went along pretty much like this;

Me: So, you like books huh?

Him: So it would seem.

Me: Hmm. I actually can read too. I mean, I enjoy reading. Books.

Him: That's nice.

And then an uncomfortable silence ensued. I am the master of lame. Fear me and my social awkwardness.

Luckily the next thirteen minutes and a half went faster, as I amused myself by composing a not too thrilled letter to my dad in my head, also due to the fact that Madam Pomfrey was a few minutes early. I was led to a room where I could take a shower and clean myself off, an oppurtunity that I took eagerly. (Especially since they managed to find my toiletry bag.) As I got out I took a good look at myself in a mirror, but I was faced with the same hazel eyes, straight teeth, (I'm very proud of my teeth, I didn't even need braces,) rather large mouth, and longish chesnut hair. Apparently, contrary to my rather childish belief, going to a school for witches and wizards doesn't drastically alter your appearance. Shucks.

Pulling myself from my reflection after brushing my teeth and applying a coat of honey-vanilla lip balm, I quickly got dressed in my robes again, which the nurse had so thoughtfully 'Scourgify'-d for me. Pushing the heavy door open, I hurridly walked out, and ran bang on into a tall willowy red head. Figures.

"Omigosh! I'm so sorry, apparently I'm a total klutz." I said, helping her collect her books back into her bag.

"No worries." She laughed. "I'm Lily by the way, you must be Sylvia. I'm supposed to be showing you around the school, introducing you to people, new school stuff."

"Awesome. I already made the accquaintance of ummm... four boys? Lupin, Potter, Pettigrew and Black. It was definitely... interesting." I joked, slinging my bag of toiletries over my shoulder.

"Were they harassing you?" Her face quickly lost it's smile, and her green eyes turned serious. "Oh no!" I quickly reassured her, "I have seen much worse." Almost immediately her face relaxed, and I could see she was trying to mask her relief.

As she led me around the school, we joked around easily. As it turns out the school is actually much less scary then it was at night. Or I'm just a total wuss.

"So... you saw Dumbledore, fell, and hit your head?" Lily asked, after I related the story of how I ended up in the infirmary on my first day of school.

"Yeah." I said glumly, gingerly feeling my barely-there bump. "You can laugh if you want."

"Oh no!" Lily exclaimed, biting the sides of her cheeks. "That would be cruel."

"Don't go holding back on my account. I think I even screamed." I snorted, " That's a real good way to say hi to your new principal. I probably looked like a total wierdo. "

"I'm sure... you..." Lily was now giggling uncontrollably, holding her sides and doubled up.

"Well at least you tried..." And now I was laughing. Great. We were both leaning up against the wall, literally guffawing when students started streaming into the halls, giving us strange looks as they passed.

"Lily! There you are!" A girl with curly brown-with-golden-highlighted-hair called, as she attempted to move through the throng of students.

"Ellie!" Lily said, still slightly out of breath, and pulled Ellie put of the milling students so she was standing beside us. "This is Sylvia Thermompolis."

"Hi," I said, giving a half wave.

"Oh! Hi. I um, I didn't see you there." Ellie said, looking down shyly.

"No problem" I smiled at her. "So Ellie," Lily said mischieviously, "You totally missed the story of Sylvia's misadventures at her first day of Hogwarts."

Soon we were all laughing again. At least my woeful tale of humiliation was a good conversation starter.