So, it turns out that it's very offensive to call some one "fictional." But I didn't know that.

"What? I told Joanne very specifically to say 'non-fiction'!"

"Well, everyone would think that she was crazy!"

"Oh... Good point... Oh well... Anyhow, we are perfectly real. Seeing as we're right here. Anyhow, are you packed?"

"I thought you would come later!" I turned and started walking away. Unfortunately, I was not completely awake, and I slammed into a bookshelf. Books came crashing down. I curled into a tiny little ball, hoping they would land around me.

"Spongify!" Hermione shouted. The books were like rubber, bouncing off of my back.

"What did you just do?" I asked, cautiously backing up the stairs.

"I guess you just won't accept it. Witches and Wizards are real. And you- you are adopted."