Chapter 1 : Chapter One
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Harry Potter and Hermione Granger stepped up to the front desk of Madam Lucille's University of Magic.
"Potter, Harry and Granger, Hermione," Harry said as they stood in front of a rather young-looking woman.
"Potter, room 101, fourth floor," the woman said. "Granger, room 111, fifth floor."
Harry and Hermione exchanged looks and continued over to the stairs where they began to go up.
"Ok Harry, fourth floor, this is your stop!" Hermione said as they got to the fourth landing and Harry swirved off of the staircase. "I'll see you later, after we settle in." Harry nodded and went through the door leading to the long hallway.
The carpet was dark green and the wallpaper was more of a mint-green. All of the doors were white with brass numbers a foot higher than the doornob.
Harry walked down the hall and came to number 101 which was at the end of the hall(the doors nearest the door to the stairs were the higher ones, the doors farthest from the stairs were the lower numbers). He set his luggage aside and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a rather bored-looking girl with long bronze-brown hair and very complicated eyes. They were only a little lighter a bronze than her hair with deep brown and green spots in them. Her skin was tan and freckley.
"Yes, was there something you wanted?" she asked.
"Um, I'm Harry Potter," he said. "Where is the resident of this room."
The girl waved her hands in the air. "I'm right here! So, was there something you wanted?"
"I- um- I guess I'm you're room-mate?" He looked confused. Was his room-mate a girl?
"I'm sorry, you must have some sort of mistake, this is room 101, maby you are looking for room 111?"
"No, my friend is in that room- I was told to come here."
"Well, I guess we need to go see Madam Linkone do we?" She put her hands on her hips.
"I guess so." Harry didn't quite understand why she was being so, so, *snotty*. It was just a simple mistake in the sleeping arangment!
She pushed past him and started down the hall. Harry fallowed.
"Excuse me, I beleive there has been some sort of mishap with the sleeping assignments!" the girl said to the woman at the front desk.
"What exactley is the problom, Miss Gastions?" the woman asked.
"I beleive Mr. Potter and I were assigned to the same room." She put a lot of weight on his name to make it obvious she didn't really like him.
"Yes, I know." the woman said. "There were no more vacencies excepting the space in your room. I am sorry for any inconveniances, but there is nothing I can do."
The girl crossed her arms and stormed back up the stares with Harry at her heels.
"Okay, let's straiten things out," the girl said, her hands on her hips after Harry had settled in. "My name is LaLaine and that is all you can call me. You will try to stay a foot away from me at all times. The only place you will sleep is in you're bed, you will keep your part of the room clean and do your own chores!"
"Why do you hate me so much?" Harry said, frowning.
"Oh, Harry, *hate* is such a strong word," LaLaine said, coldley. "It's more like dislike with all my heart and being."
"Because, I do!"
Harry sighed and shook his head. He would never understand girls, as speicaly this one.
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