Jodie's Note: It's us again! Our poor reviews page is glaringly empty. (–sob-) Karen was so depressed that she posted a review on it. (Go figure…I did try to explain that reviews so soon are rare…but….no, she didn't listen.) (Karen: I know I did. I know that I'm THAT desperate. AND…I'm not afraid to say so…so THERE!)…anyways…review, review, review, people, or I'll have to put up with Karen's snivels again. (No offense, Karen.) (Karen: Much taken, meanie-poopie-head :P). So, enjoy the chapter!! Oh yeah, we felt bad for Emma Watson, because she had to be stuck with Rupert Grint (-gag-) as Ron, so OUR Ron (and Harry for that matter) are going to be waaaaaaaaaay better looking than in the movie. kk ppl?

Disclaimer: We don't own ANYTHING…but I DO own my dog and the stuff Dumbledore will kindly bring over for us and Karen also owns the possessions SHE get's back…but…that's about it.

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After I was reassured over and over again that my dog would be taken care of and brought over safely, Karen and I followed Dumbledore out of his office and down a long corridor as he explained, "You two will be taken around and made comfortable by the students I have assigned to the job. Their task is to help you assimilate into daily life here at Hogwarts. Your task is to do whatever the instructors tell you to do…ah…within reason of course. In return, you will receive a monthly allowance of 40 galleons for the purchasing of necessities. You have also been granted a sort of… 'diplomatic immunity' by the Ministry of Magic. I dearly hope that you will not abuse that privilege." Seeing our blank faces, he said, "Diplomatic immunity indicates that you are not subject to the legal systems of this country. So, you will not be punished if you find yourself in…let us say…an uncomfortable position. The Ministry saw fit to give you this adequate protection and it is my task to see to it that you do NOT take advantage of it."
We grinned evilly at each other.

"Of course we won't Mr. Dumbly! Whatever gave you THAT idea?" Karen asked innocently.

Old Dumbly gave us The Eyebrow and then continued to walk. As we kept on walking (and walking, and walking, and walking, and walking, as Karen was complaining,) Karen and I were discussing in whispers of how we could use this latest development. We were so busy conspiring---ahem---talking that we didn't realized that Dumbledore had stopped at an open door five yards back.

"Ah, Professor McGonagall? I'm sorry to intrude …" Dumbledore said into the room. He beckoned to someone inside and called out to us, "My dears? May I introduce you to Mr. Har---" He was abruptly silenced as we accidentally trampled him in our haste to get a glimpse of one of the three people next to him. One of the two boys, a lean seventeen year old with black hair and glasses, saw us approaching at a very fast pace and looked at us in alarm, but his expression changed from alarm, to relief, to slight annoyance and disappointment, and back to alarm when we skidded past him and stopped in front of…

"HERMIONE!!! Oh my GOD, Jodie!! It's HERMIONE!!!" Karen screamed.

"I KNOW!!! I KNOW!!! I can't believe it. It's HER!!!" I screamed back.

Hermione stood there, uncomprehending during our sudden and unexpected outbursts. She glanced uncertainly at the boy who I guess must've been Harry Potter (though we didn't recognize him since he looked completely different from Daniel Radcliff.) He returned her glance with a confused look in his eyes.

"Hey, Hermione!!! You know…you're, like, my idol, man! I mean, you're, like, the COOLEST!! Hey! Can you sign my forehead?" I waved a Sharpie at her eagerly.

"Um…er…okay…" She looked at me, disoriented, the poor girl.

THUD (!!)

I glanced to the right, and my gaze was drawn down to the floor. "Uh…Karen? Helloooooo? Oh God. I think she fainted. Er…guys? We should probably take her to the nurses…ya know, the infirmary? Hey!! Where are you guys going!!?? You can't just leave!"

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Fifteen minutes later in the infirmary, Karen finally came to.

"Ooo, my head. Hey, Jodie! Ya know!? I just had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that I actually met---OH MY GOD, its HERMIONE!!!!" She looked about to keel over again so I intervened quickly.

"Okay, Karen, calm…down…and…breathe," I instructed her.

"Oh, come off it! I'm fine!" she scoffed. "Hey!! You must be Harry! You know, you look a whole lot cuter than you do in the movies."

Harry stared.

The lanky, red-haired guy grumbled, "What's a movie?"

It seemed Ron didn't take being ignored very well considering the scowl on his completely-unlike-Rupert-Grint's-ugly-mug face.

Karen looked him up and down disdainfully. "It's a Muggle thing."

"Well now," Harry interrupted, "It's seems like you two know very well who we are, but we still have no idea who YOU are."

"Oh well, I can solve that problem." Karen chirped happily. "I'm Karen and this is Jodie. We're the people that the Ministry of Magic chose for the experiment."

"What experiment?" muttered Ron.

Hermione looked surprised. "Oh! I heard that the Ministry was going to do an experiment, which included Muggles, but I never knew it was really true. Dumbledore said that we're supposed to take you guys around the school and help you fit in."

Harry fidgeted and flashed a look at Ron. "Since you two and Hermione are getting along well, we believe that we're just, er, going to go fill out the schedule forms that McGonagall gave us so... Hermione has volunteered to take you guys around so, um, bye!"

He and Ron then promptly ran out of the room, leaving a bewildered Hermione with us.

"You are? I did? HEY! Where're you guys going!!??" She turned back to us, and smiled uncertainly. "Well, I'm sure you guys can show yourselves around. Just…you know…don't touch anything and…um…dinner is in the Great Hall when you hear the next bell, and…er…well, you guys can sit with us I guess."

With that, she also ran out of the room, leaving us a little hurt.

"Gosh. Couldn't they at least show some kind of…I dunno…hospitality?" I said.

"Well, what do you expect?" Karen replied. "We've arrived in a place we're not supposed to be, we are complete strangers, AND…umm, well, I think that's it."

"Ah…okay. So she told us not to touch anything? Like this?" I picked up a statue of an ugly frog with an ugly wart above his right eye and inspected it.

"Hey. Don't ask me," she said climbing out of the infirmary bed. "I have a feeling we should start looking for the Great Hall while it's early. It's not like they told us where it is."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." I put down the ugly amphibian in distaste. "Look at the bright side!!! We're here at Hogwarts, we get free money, we've met Hermione Granger, and we've just been sucked into The Half Blood Prince! I mean, come on! Ain't that neat!?"

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Thirty minutes, five moving staircases ("Omigawd! Jodie!! It's moving!!! Ahhhhh!!! Whoa!!!! Jodie!!! Help me!!! … Now what?!!",) three trick steps ("My foot!! Agh!!!! It's stuck!! Karen, help me pull it out! Hey!! Come back here!! Where are you going?!! COME BACK HERE, YOUNG LADY! Don't you smirk at me! Oh, I'm soooo gonna hurt you when I get free!! KAREN!!!!!",) and one annoying portrait who kept trying to give us directions later, we arrived at the Great Hall, and God, was it an incredible sight. We've read all about the Great Hall and its enchanted ceiling, but that's nothing compared to actually seeing it. It was a clear night and you could see the Milky Way and gazilliona of stars above us. The Hall must've been at least as wide as my house. It was GINORMOUS! Anyways, after walking around aimlessly among the already seated students and staring up at the ceiling with our mouths open and therefore banging into various objects and not to mention people (including each other,) while receiving many curious stares, we found Hermione and co. and plopped down next to them.

The food was already on the table and, boy, you've never seen food until you've seen THIS food. There was hot, steaming, buttermilk biscuits, covered in honey whip and caramel, plump red strawberries topped with whipped cream, and four humongous suckling pigs, each with a green (I thought they're supposed to be red…) apples in their open mouths . There was also six large plates of blanquette de veau flowing in a ocean of creamy white mushroom sauce (Ooo, I like frenchy food!), massive bowls of deep fried chunks of calamari (ewww…tentacles), and plates of crepes filled with hot, melting, milk chocolate, and blueberry jam. Talk about variety. Sadly, the only beverages available seem to be a couple of huge pitchers of iced tea, a couple of jugs of water, and a giant (wwhy is everything so big-a-sized…oh wait, their feeding the whole school…yeah…) vat filled with pumpkin juice. (Awwww….no soda?)

"Whoa!! This is what you eat every day? How'd you guys stay so skinny?" Karen exclaimed while reaching for the salad tongs.

"Hey, Karen! Pass the lasagna." She looked at me. "What?! Unlike some people, I don't care if I eat carbs."

Ron looked at us in disgust. "Who said you guys could sit with us?"

Hermione and Harry elbowed him.

I accidentally dropped a piece of lasagna on his shirt and Karen accidentally stabbed him with her fork.

"We did, that's who. What are you people? The popular kids or something?" I retorted. "Unlikely. Oh yeah, and Hermione said it was okay, so there. Sheesh."

Ron glared at Hermione, who looked guiltily at her untouched plate (Ooooo!! Do I detect some romantic tension? Glaring, oh my!! Get the popcorn!!)

"Meanie-poopie-head," Karen spat at him with her mouth full, digging into her salad.

Attacking the lasagna, I asked them, "So, can we hang out with you or not, 'cuz we can always find someone else to hang with…like that blond kid for example." I jabbed in the general direction of Malfoy with my fork.

"Hey…hottie," we all heard Karen murmur next to me, a gleam of interest sparking in her eyes.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked on the verge of panicking upon hearing that, and quickly reassured us that we could "hang" with them as long as we wanted to.

"Great!" I beamed. "So, do you guys know how to play basketball?"

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End Note: the quote of the day is...--drumroll--

"Hey Jodie!! Let's tear down Hogwarts!!"