Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
I sat in the back of the classroom. No one really looked at me. Which was good, I suppose. I normally stuck to myself, but I was lonely already. I wanted to go back to England.
I streched. This was going to be a long day. A boy up front pulled some girls hair. She turned around and hit him playfully. I sighed. It reminded me of my freinds. I missed them.
"Hey," a girl said. What was her name again?
"Hi," I responded.
"Welcome to our school. You're oing to love it here," she smiled. I highly doubted that, but I didn't say anything.
"Thanks," I said. I faced towards the teacher and attempted to take notes, but his voice was way too monotous. I sighed and looked out of the window. Someone save me from this nightmare, I thought to myself.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
