When I was little, one of the only things I did was share with my sister. We shared secrets, clothes (since she was large for her age, and I was small), shoes, and a room. But then things changed. I got to Hogwarts, and became the first Parkinson in Hogwarts' recorded history to be sorted into Gryffindor. And they kept changing. She came to like the dark side of everything, I, the light. She liked Draco, and I despised the Malfoys. I was freinds with the Weasleys, she acted like she didn't know me. So when she was nine and I was eleven, we stopped sharing.

 It's time to go to Hogsmeade, yay *does random hapy dance*. But anyways, what's going to happen in Hogsmeade? We all know nothing normal ever happens there...