If you looked at me you'd think I was normal. Normal blonde hair, normal brown eyes. Normal and height and weight for a seventeen year old.
I'm not normal, far from it. I'm a witch.
And that means my life is abnormal, thanks to magic and an extremely persistent Sirius Black.
It all started when I was eleven. A teacher came to my door and told me I was a witch and that I'd go to Hogwarts. Then I got a wand and a cat. Then I was shown to Platform 9 3/4. That's when things really got weird. Thanks to Sirius Black.
That's was six years ago, I'm used to being a witch but I still feel like murdering Sirius Black every day, because he still acts like an annoying eleven year old.
Me go out with him? Yeah right!
