PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I don't know what to do, or where to go, or why I'm here. This city is very strange and the time is so unfamiliar and odd. Terrible creatures come out at night and one of them tried to bite my neck. I was so shocked that I didn't throw him away. He nearly sunk his teeth in and then he stumbled away. He called me a dead thing and hurled himself over a wall.

I miss my friends and my castle. I know I said that I wanted to come back to the living, but I didn't mean this. I don't know... I don't want to cry like a child, but I can't seem to help myself.

What sort of madness is this? This device... I've never seen nor heard of anything quite like it. How does it function? Furthermore, what are those monstrous beasts which roll upon the paved earth? One very nearly hit me, the nerve!

I demand an explanation. No one abducts Rowena Ravenclaw and gets away with it. Never mind that it simply isn't possible to pluck someone from the safety of Hogwarts in the first place.

Salazar, if this is one of your tricks I am going to be most displeased. The same goes for you, as well, Godric.

The woman beside me—I believe her name is Fiona— told me that this is called a computer, and that you can speak with people by pushing the buttons with the letters on them. Well, that is very odd, isn’t it? I don’t understand how this works. I asked Fiona if it was magic, but she shook her head at me like I was an escaped lunatic. The pure nerve of her! I am not insane, nor did I fall and hit my head. I’m just very lost, is all.

This place is exceptionally odd, and not to mention that I am not supposed to be in this world at all. There are great machines on wheels and the women appear to be wearing men’s clothing! Will they not be reprimanded for such a scandalous thing? Are they permitted to do that here? If they are, then I wish for pants as well, and I also wish to get rid of this god forsaken corset. I don’t even know why I still bother to wear it.

What do they call this city? I would like to know.