The Freudian Factor

They make me sleep. Apparently I appeared out of nowhere and collapsed in front of Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall. Sleep. What a teenager does best. Except when one is in a place she should not be and is part scared shitless and part excited out of her mind.

The things I could do.

Except I have the magical abilities of a turnip. Not that turnips are bad, just are ordinary. Yup. I have yet to see a turnip that can transfigure a pillow into a cat. I am rambling.

Man, I have had vivid dreams, where things seemed totally real, and there is one in particular.... Err, I won't tell you about that one. And you say: what does that have to do with anything? This could very well be one of those dreams.

I woke up and the Headmaster is here. He brought me some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. And when they say every flavor, they mean every flavor.

I have gotten a cherry one.

"How are you feeling?" he asks me.

"I feel, ok, I guess," I tell him.

"I have talked with my fellow teachers and we decided considering your unusual appearance, that maybe we should enroll you here at Hogwarts. What do you think of that?"

They are thinking of enrolling me here.

I decided to bring up the aforementioned turnip thing.

I was thinking about that.

Snape walks in.

I get a little smile on my face. This will be interesting. That Snape. Grrr.

I will get him if I die in the attempt to best him at his own game. I probably won't die, but get very, very close to getting cursed or something.

"But I have the magical abilities of a turnip."

Dumbledore's eyes are twinkling. He pulls out his wand and hands it to me. I see some other people walk in. Two ladies, McGonagall and a lady I do not recognize.

He tells me to say Petrificus totalus, and points the wand toward Snape.

I do and what happens goes beyond just telling you what happened. You know how someone tells you, "You would have had to have been there"?

Well....

It is funny. But Snape doesn't think so.

In fact, he starts yelling and I hide behind Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall and the other lady are laughing hard enough to pop joints.

I peer out at him from behind Dumbledore and he glares at me. I see he is in no way going to be able to hurt me as long as he is in the body bind.

" You stupid girl," he spat.

I clutch my heart in mock horror.

" Ohh, he's going to get it," the lady I did not recognize says to McGonagall, who is wiping tears from her eyes.

"My heart bleeds," I say. I turn to Professor Dumbledore. "I didn't know I could do that," I say.

"You can here," he says and I give his wand back to him. He takes off the bind on the Potions Master and he leaps from the floor sputtering obscenities.

I see this as an opportune moment. "You, my good fellow, with all that coming from you mouth, you should have it washed out with soap."

He gives one of those looks that could kill, but I know about him and it doesn't really bother me.

Should I be scared? Hmmm. No, just need to keep, as the wise dude Mad-Eye Moody says, constant vigilance.

I can't imagine going to school here, for a little while. I mean, who knows when I will get home. Or how.

Don't even know how I got here. The school term is going to start soon. I wonder what house I will be put in.

I watch as Snape stalks out of the room.

What house do you think I will be in?

To be continued