"Hogs Have Warts?"

I turned around to find...nothing? My eyes were still closed. I felt Robert's sweaty hand in mine. "Why are we here?" I asked him. I opened my eyes to see a big building in front of us.

"Well, I found out you have been using magic, so I brought you to Hogwarts!"

"Hogs have warts?"

"No, silly! Hogwarts is a school for magic people," He said.

"Umm..." I took out my phone to dial the mental hospital, but Robert grabbed me and shoved me into the castle. "Whoa, this is HUGE!"

"Well, duh!"

"I hate y-" I started to say, just when a red haired boy walked up to me.

"Hi, you must be new, you don't have your cloak on."

"WHAT THE HELL IS A CLOAK, YOU WACKO?!?!?!?!?"

"It's sort of like a robe," he chuckled.

"A...robe?"

The boy muttered something under his breath, "I'm Ron," he extended his hand.

"And I'm leaving to go kill Voldemort with Harry or something. What? Does your last name happen to be Weasley? No. I didn't think so."

THE END.