Angela Belladonna at Hogwarts

With my luck, she probably won't drown in the lake either

The rest of the journey is bound to be simply perfect. The nerdy jerk luckily haven't returned to our compartment so far, probably because she was afraid I'd show her again how insensitive she is. That only fits me; no one wants to put up with insensitive jerks, even though I'm sure I would very easily defeat her in a verbal discussion, because I'm very smart. The pansy boy didn't return either, which I wouldn't mind that much, I mean, he's just a terrible pansy and otherwise he's good, but well, I'm not especially sad this way either. At least I could repair my make-up, and that returned me to a great mood. I must admit, though, that I'm starting to feel slightly bored now. It's better than with the nerd, but it's terrible to be here without anyone to gush over me. I feel so alone, and I hate feeling alone because it reminds me of my very sad life without parents. Come on, say that my life is terrible and I deserve all the love I can get! Not because I need it, of course; hah, that's laughable! As if I was some whining idiot begging for attention! No, it's of course because that would mean you're a smart person who deserves being treated with respect and I would wish that on everyone in the world! Yeah, that's it. There's no other reason, definitely. Can you see how saint I am? Honestly, it's a shame so many people don't understand how perfect I am and how I deserve their respect! They clearly have both parents! But yeah, that's alright. I don't complain and I never will, exactly because I'm so saint.

Well, anyway, I start to feel bored and because I'm so smart, I deal with it in the most logical way available – I go outside into the corridor, looking for anyone to talk with. And luck is finally on my side. I knew it will be so, because I am perfect and therefore I also always have luck. The two red-headed twins are coming the opposite way, talking happily.

"Hi!" I squeak happily, so that they notice me.

They look up and turn pale. Obviously they're just remembering my story and how sad it is, so I have to speak to distract them from it, because their red hair terribly clashes with their pale face.

"How are you guys? I just can't wait to be at school with you guys as my friends! What subjects do they teach there, anyway?"

My perfect solution apparently works, because suddenly they look better, and with one last solemn look and handshake they brace themselves to try to manage being in my presence. I like that, it's always good to see someone work on themselves. One of them looks up and says, "Yeah, the subjects? Oh, there are many of them, do you want to hear some?"

"Yeah!" I say politely. Of course I don't want to hear them because they're school subjects so that they will definitely be very boring, but I have some manners, unlike the jerk girl.

"Well, for example, you can take Perfect makeup classes," he starts.

"Perfect makeup? Really? I love it! When can I sign?" I squeal. Can you believe it? Those classes will be simply perfect!

"Oh, as soon as we arrive at Hogwarts, naturally. You'll just go to Professor McGonagall and tell her. She looks like an old woman, but she's actually a young lady who got sick of students falling in love with her, so she permanently applied the make-up."

Ha, ha, ha. As if he thought I'd believe him. It's obvious that this is all a lie, I'm not stupid. After all, no one would mind multiple people falling in love with them. But on the other hand, Snape probably would – is it possible that she's also such a fun-hating bastard? No, definitely not. No one can be worse than Snape, ever. Also, she teaches Perfect makeup, she can't be bad! It's probably one of their funny jokes and she actually has a good reason.

"What other subjects are there?" I ask him eagerly.

"Oh? Well, let me think for a moment... for example Charms. You should meet the teacher, he's as charming as he's high. Some people say he actually looks like an occamy!"