"How was the weather?"

"Where did you live?"

"Did anyone live by you?"

She looked grateful when she saw Harry. "Excuse me, sorry... Pardon.."

She finally made it over to them, exhaustion showing on her face.

She sighed with relief, "Ooh, I thought I'd never make it over here!"

"You aren't having a hard time adjusting, are you?" asked Hermoine "Yeah, you're just like Harry when he got here. People twisting their necks to look at him, gasp ing for breathe if he talked to them-" Ron broke off.

"Yeah, well, I can't stand all the tension. I don't know how Mr. Potter puts up with it!" Celestia replied.

Harry blushed, "Please, don't call me 'Mr. Potter'! You sound like a house-elf I know."

A house-elf is a elf with overlarge and droopy ears, and big eyes. They are very loyal. The particular one Harry knew would start banging his head on an object, Shouting, "Bad, Dobby, Bad, Dobby!" if he caught himself doing anything his masters would dislike.

"Anyway," Harry continued, "Hogsmeade weekend. We can leave right now if you want."

"Hold on just a minute, OK? I want to change." Celestia dashed up to the Girls' Dormitories. When she came back, she was wearing a velvet blue T-shirt, a jean skirt, sneakers, and her hair was in a ponytail. "I'm ready."

"Good, lets go." said Ron. "

How?" Celestia asked.

"In our third year, Harry learned a secret entrance."

"Ron!" exclaimed Hermoine, disapproving.

"Aww, come on, Hermoine, who's she gonna tell?"

"Fine. Let's go." She snapped.

They went down the hall, to the old statue of an old witch with a hump, then Harry tapped his wand on the statue, and said, "Dissendium!" The statue opened up, barely wide enough for one person to get in at a time. They crawled in one by one. When they got in, it was pitch dark, Ron fixed that problem by muttering, "Lumos!" They were in a dark tunnel, earthy, damp, and humid. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ron's ray coming from his wand was they only source of light; but soon Harry and Hermoine had lit theirs, too. Celestia's head hit something on the roof. Harry opened it and it revealed tot be a trap door to the cellar of Honeyduke's. They snuck into the main part of the sweetshop.

"Do you want to buy some candy here first?" Harry asked Celestia

"Sure," she replied, "let's see what they have."

They took her over to see candy, such as Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Cockroach Clusters, blood-flavored lollipops, and tons more. Celestia got a bit of everything.

"I don't want to miss anything," She explained, her face bright. They paid for the treats and left Honeyduke's.

"So where do we go now?" She asked.

"To buy your supplies; at 'Sapphire's Starting Supplies,'" Harry answered, "then we can go to some other places." Celestia bought her books, robes, cauldron, cloaks, and the rest of her supplies, then they headed over to Ollivanders to buy her a wand. Mr. Oliver decided that an ebony want, nine inches long, unicorn tail, and springy wand suited her. Carrying her supplies (in a "backpack-bag," as Ron put it), they went to the Magical Menagerie to get her a cat. She found a beautiful, short haired, black and sleek, kitten with violet eyes. With her school shopping done, they decided to get some butterbeer; Celestia liked the sound of it, and had never had any.