Ever since I made history as the first Slytherin-Hufflepuff hybrid (my double major in journalism and global studies confused UNC’s Sorting Hat), I’ve been gradually mistaking the campus as the grounds of Hogwarts, and the surrounding Chapel Hill-Carrboro area as Hogsmeade.
I’m not sure if I need help, but I will let you be the judge of that. This is how I – wait, no. Sorry, I thought that cat was my professor. This is how I see things now.
My daily routine:
Every morning I wake up before dawn only to come back and litter the room with dirt and rubber from Hooker Fields. I can’t complain much when I get to sock someone as a beater in LFIT 142: Beginning Quidditch.
Secretly, my dream is to join the Quidditch team and totally nail a Duke Mandrake with a bludger. They aren’t named the Mandrakes because of the plant’s fatal cry, they’re named Mandrakes because we’ll make them cry come Quidditch season.
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I’m also taking History of Magic After 1865, FYS: Broomsticks of WWII, and Defense Against the Duke Arts.
If I’m not feeling lazy and charm my ears to play The Weird Sisters in between classes, I’ll pop out my time-turner and study for O.W.L.s on FDOC – no one actually goes to Davis on the first day. At least, not in the mysterious basement.
A few of my sixth-year friends say they figured out a weak spot in the library’s protective enchantments and can easily apparate down there. I’m talking about all you can Accio butterbeer and chocolate frogs that come with Headmistress Folt cards! But be warned: a different legend has it that a three-headed, inaccurately named dog guards a certain chamber below Davis.
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The University and Town:
The P2P – I mean, the Hogwarts Express – has just arrived. Here are your possible destinations…
Oh, right. Just as it’s pronounced Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, it’s Die Hall, not Day Hall.
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