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Don't any of you tell Ron if he gets here, but I think--I think I might be in love with Michelle Obama.

I suppose it's about time I said something on this thing.

Hello. I'm Harry Potter.

I've been here nearly a week now and I think I'm still wrapping my head around the situation. Though I have to be thankful to the rift (is that what it's called?) for bringing my husband here only hours after I got here, therefore making this transition at least a little bit easier, the traveling through space and time bit is still quite something.

Plus, the healthcare system in this country is also quite something. I think I was on the phone all day today trying to figure it all out. I think I might be spoiled with St. Mungo's.

And for those that I haven't introduced myself to yet, I'm Victoire Lu. I'm Bill and Fleur Weasley's eldest daughter.

I rather think I may have been using this device somewhat incorrectly. I've been commenting rather a lot, but it just occurred to me that I've failed to introduce myself in any sort of formal sense. My name is Hermione Granger, and I arrived here on Sunday. I'm from, errr--the "Harry Potter" world, as it were, but I'd rather like to propose to all my worldmates if we could, perhaps...come up with a better name that didn't sound quite so much as though Harry is our god, or something. I mean, don't get me wrong. Harry's my best friend and I love him as much as anyone, but that's only making me doubly uncomfortable, really.

Anyway. Now that that's out there, I thought I should also mention that I took rather comprehensive notes during my orientation session. I also did a bit of additional research at the New York Public Library, as we apparently didn't have enough time to go over all the questions I had. If any of you who've just arrived or are still grappling things would like a copy, I wouldn't mind making some at all.

This isn't exactly how I thought I might be spending my day--I was looking forward to a quiet evening in my cabin with a book. But the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, they say.

I'm actually rather surprised I have a lunch break at all today. Do you all realize that over the course of the day Saturday, eight people came through the Rift? That's the most we've ever had at once. And seven of them were from the same exact world. So Magical Research has been working nonstop. They even called me to come in yesterday and we don't usually work weekends.

Spoiler alert: We have no idea why this happened.

WHO: Hermione Granger & Rose Hathaway
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: September 11
WHAT: Roommates first meeting
WARNINGS: Probably some language
STATUS: Placeholder, in-progress!

When Pluto and Venus are aligned in a perfect line with Earth, then the boundaries between our dimension and the next will weaken, and if you’re not careful, you may slip right through! ( Read more... )

You know what's even more frustrating than falling through an inter-dimensional rift last night? Having to then explain to the dunderheads on the other side that just because you're seventeen doesn't mean you're a minor and doesn't mean you need a "guardian." In my world, I was of age, and I was supposed to be eighteen in less than two months anyway. Now I have to wait until March for my birthday because it's September again. And I miss my N.E.W.T.s. This is extremely frustrating.

At least I got them to concede I don't need a guardian after hours of fighting with them. I've got this flat to myself for now and it's brilliant. I just wish Albus and Scorpius were

Anyway, I'm Rose Granger-Weasley. Do I know anyone else here?