Angela Belladonna at Hogwarts

Don't worry, she'll meet someone with a brain

Right now, I'm packing all necessary things to go to Hogwarts. I have never packed before, but I'm perfect in everything I do which must include packing as well. Besides, it's not that hard to find the necessary things. I pack my lipstick, all my pink dresses except my favorite one which I am wearing, some sexy underwear, pink high-heel shoes, my eye shadow, and glasses which will show how smart I am. Oh! And I've forgotten one important thing! Oh, there it is. I take paint in spray, and I'm spray-painting my backpack so that it's also pink! Just imagine, how would I look at Hogwarts all in pink with a black backpack! Ewww!

Well anyway, everything's finally packed so I go out of the door and I go to Hogwarts. Except I can't because someone caught my hand.
"And where exactly you think you are going, Miss?" says that someone.

I look up at his face and I know he's not from my orphanage. He's not smiling, the most his cruel mouth can do is clearly to smirk, his black hair is greasy and clearly not washed for a long time, his hooked nose is simply hideous and he's wearing black robes which are out of fashion for like a century. And he's a man, unlike my friends and "aunts" here.
"To Hogwarts," I snap at the stranger.
"Indeed?" The man lifts one eyebrow. "And where exactly is that place?"
Oh, c- Oh no. Despite all the careful preparation, I have forgotten that I don't actually know where Hogwarts is. Would you even believe that? You don't have to answer, that was a rhetorical question. I know very well that you definitely wouldn't believe that, I'm not stupid.
When I fail to answer his question, he sneers. "I thought as much," he informs me. "For your information, this orphanage lies on a small island between words so that any one of you could enter whichever world you claim you belong to. But by all means continue walking and fall into the void, I hardly have a greater wish than to be stripped of this terrible duty."
"Which duty?" I ask curiously. I don't like this man—he doesn't look beautiful like me and his words are sarcastic which is not kind at all—but I have to find out everything I can so I can use the knowledge later at Hogwarts to show other people how smart and brilliant I am. Even if the knowledge comes from this repulsive man.

When I asked this question, he narrowed his eyes and I have a feeling he didn't like it. I'm a very friendly person and I was friends with everyone in my orphanage, but I have this strange feeling I won't be friends with this man! He's probably jealous of my good looks! Yeah, that would be it.
"Which duty?" he growls. "Your kind has for some reason asked for me as the person who introduces them to the wizarding world that I have been assigned to your people permanently now."
I gasp. "Asked for you? I can't imagine why, if you're that rude to everyone. I'd rather ask for anyone but you."
His eyes flash angrily but he manages a crooked and menacing smile for the first time. "Then you are probably the single person in this madhouse who has at least some common sense. I strongly advise you to keep it and stay out of my way whenever you want. Enough of this chat, anyway, I want this done as soon as possible."
"Fine," I retort, "let's go, then."
"Wait a minute," he shakes his head. "You will go to the bathroom first and you will wash off all this pink paint you have obviously fallen into. Change your clothes when you are there as well, corsets are out of fashion for at least three centuries anyway, and even at those times they were to be covered by bigger pieces of clothing."
"That's my favourite dress! And pink is my favourite colour, do you have any problem with that?" I shout angrily. Would you believe that? Such insults! He clearly still has both parents beside him, the ungrateful swine, I can see it from the way he acts. But that's okay, it's not their fault that they lived and that their mothering made him the bitter man he is now. No one is without fault, anyway, except me.
"This means that this... this thing was once your dress?" he raises both eyebrows. "Be that as it may, you are to put some proper clothes on. What we are going to visit is a famous place and no one would let you enter it in this. Especially not my self-respect."
I grit my teeth. What impertinence! I throw at him my best angry look, which would make anyone fear me, but it doesn't seem to affect him. He probably has suicidal tendencies anyway. I go up and change my clothes. Thankfully I find some pink things so I'm still all in pink, I'm not going to give that up whatever he says.