A Slight Case of Stubbornness

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Looking back, it all started on a Thursday afternoon, my sixth year at Hogwarts. Which, when you think about it, isn't right at all. Important, life altering events are supposed to happen on special days, with blistering storms or scorching heat, or at the very least, some murder and mayhem. They are not supposed to take place on a day when I overslept, only spent twenty minutes on my hair, and didn't have time to charm away a rather magnificent looking pimple on my chin.

Such is The Law.

But, as you've perhaps noticed, when Potter is involved, The Law takes a holiday, perhaps scared away by Gryffindor Stupidity. As a result, these things happen.

It was my free period and I was spending it in the library, looking up dates for McGonagall's latest essay. I swear that woman gives out essay topics by house. How else would I have wound up with Ways to Transfer Various Objects into Rabbits? Fluffy bunnies, honestly. It's like she's trying to imply something. And they say Snape shows favoritism.

So anyway, there I was, minding my own business, when Potter stalks in, closely followed by the Weasel and the Mudblood. Okay, Weasley and Granger. Damnit, fine. Ron and Hermione. Happy? Can I continue now? Well, thank you.

AS I WAS SAYING. Ahem. In came Potter, with Ron and Hermione behind him, arguing as usual. I paid them no attention of course, but they were talking so loudly, screaming almost, that it was impossible to ignore. In fact, I can account the whole conversation from memory.

Granger - okay you arsewipe, when this took place, I still had the right to refer to her however I wanted. We want this to be accurate, right? So shut up. Granger was going on about how Muggle objects stopped working at Hogwarts because there was too much magic in the air, and that they would both know this if they actually picked up Hogwarts, A History. Weasley, clearly not processing a word she said, continued to whine about how he wanted to see how the intrenet - oh sorry, internet - worked, and wasn't she smart enough to figure out how to accio her computer to Hogwarts?

At that point, they were right near my table, and I could see the exasperation and anger on Granger's face. Then she said, and I quote, "Shut up, Ron. No one will ever be able to make the internet work at Hogwarts. It's impossible." And then they all stalked back out.

And the story began.

I've always had rather strange reactions to statements like 'impossible', 'never', and 'you can't'. Most people hear something like that, and accept it. I hear something like that, and become determined to prove it wrong. Kinda like that time Father said boys should never wear high heeled shoes and I tried on every single pair in my mothers closet. Oh fine, and the hats as well. ...and the skirts too, okay? When did I tell you this anyway? Oh. Ooohhh. Well nevermind, then.

As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I've got somewhat of a reputation of trying to do the impossible. And since Granger, Granger, McGonagall's little star pupil, believed it to be impossible, I had to prove her wrong. So I set about doing that, and got my arse into the position I'm in now.

Not that it's a bad position, you understand. I'm immensely pleased with it, as a matter of fact. I'll be even more pleased if you - mmm. Yeah, like that. Yes!! - break. We need a break. Back in fifteen minutes - okay fine, fine!

To be continued tomorrow.

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