• Ginny was lecturing me on my language when Harry walked by. And of course I had to witness there sickening make-out session. What was it with hot English girls and dorky British guys? WTF Europe? I was a little happy though, she stopped lecturing me. But I think I preferred it over there drooling. After a very long annoying ride. No offence to Ginny but she talked a little TOO much for my taste. But after a lot of crazy s**t and some strange a** ugly individuals we got to this MAGICAL CASTLE! There was this blonde pale blue eyed kid on the adventure to the castle who annoyed he s**t out of me. He was WAY, WAY to full of himself… Almost as bad as Emmett and his Sex life. Or well just Edward about himself. I followed the Weasley clan to some huge room. And when I say huge I mean so ******** big they could store a safari. There were five long tables. I got a look at the people at all of the tables. Apparently were color assorted to each table. They herded me over to a table in the middle. Everyone there wore red and gold. With some lion pins. (WHY NOT WOLFS SERIOUSLY?) They all kinda strike me as dorks, but ohhhh wellll. I mostly slept through dinner eating every so often then a loud voice woke me up.
    “ANOTHER YEAR IS ABOUT TO BEGIN STUDENTS! WELCOME BACK!” the voice said ending the feast. He was a tall older man with a WAY to long beard. He had a weird nose that held up his little glasses. His eye’s seemed to sparkle in a strange way. This guy even though he wore some weird dress. Struck me as kool. I turned to Harry.
    “Who the HECK is he?” I asked him (with a quick glance at Ginny for language purposes) he scoffed at me.
    “Albus Dumbledore.” He sounded VERY cocky and I suddenly had the urge to punch him in his smug face.
    “Oh my god!!!” I slammed my hands down on the wooden table and stood up. (But unlike all the tables I’d done this to before, it didn’t break. Just like MAGIC. “I need to talk to him!” I said urgently. Harry scoffed again. But Ginny spoke up.
    “Harry, you should take him to Dumbledore’s office. You know A LOT about it.” She said almost suggestively. Harry grunted and stood up. He motioned for me to follow him.
    During our walk through the corridors strange thoughts popped into my head like, if Harry somehow managed to kill me now, would Ginny break up with him? What would happen to Nessie? Suddenly that all too familiar picture of her and some guy making out, and maybe more sprang into my head. I shuddered and realized that Harry had stopped in front of a large stone gargoyle.
    “Licorice wands,” said Harry. WTF?!!! I thought. What kind of office was this? The gargoyle stepped (yes, STEPPED) aside to reveal a winding stair case with an oak double door at the top. Harry looked at me.
    “Come on.” He said impatiently, Gesturing forward.
    “What the ******** just happened!” I shouted. Harry shook his head and pushed me up the stairs. On second thought maybe I didn’t want to see this guy anymore. Bella I could deal with, this guy, no. But before I could protest, Harry pushed me (well more like shoved me) through and old oak door at the top of the stairs. The place was ******** WEIRD!!!!!!!! There was a desk with weird little pieces of paper and feathers scattered everywhere around the top of it. (Parchment and quills…I found out later.) Around the room there were all these weird contraptions EVERYWHERE!!!! Either this guy had a major dominatrix fetish or was a serial killer.