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BTW, where it says "me mum" that's taking on Seamus' accent, not a grammar flaw!


4th April 1997: this, my dear friends, is the day of the start of my life!

Today is the day that I have managed to pass my Apparation test, the day which means from now on, I can annoy my cousin Fergus every day of the holidays, like he has for the past few years. For three years now, every summer, Christmas and Easter holidays, he has been around at my house at 6:30am, waking me up with a tooting of this little horn he has.

Even though he works across the country, he can get here because, well, it takes about three seconds to make it from wherever he lives now (I forget these things) to Belfast, where me mum and me live.

But now, now I can stalk him! I heard from my Aunt Janet that he's now dating this really hot model girl who has worked in the wizarding fashion magazine, Your Fashion, and they're 'getting serious'. This basically means that when I pop over to say hi at 5:30am (why do things by halves?), I can wake her up as well… getting her pissed off at him for disrupting her beauty sleep!

I rub my hands in glee as I turn the alarm off at 5:15am, using my wand to do so – why not take full advantage of being able to do magic outside of school? – and hastily dress, hoping that the conjuring of the horn won't result in excessive use of pyrotechnics, as I seem to usually manage when casting this spell.

But as the horn appears in my hand, no flames occur, not that I can see anyway. I'm getting a little distracted by the thought of cooking some sausages to eat as I wake him up, but I can't be bothered…

With a crack, I Disapparate out of my rather large red-and-gold room (redecorated only yesterday) and reappear next to the black haired idiotic cousin I call Fergus.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead!" I yell cheerfully into his ear, blowing the horn in his other. My other hand uses my wand to draw open the curtains, letting the bright sunlight enter the room – it's a scarily sunny day for April, but I'm not complaining! Unfortunately, the girlfriend isn't here, so she hasn't been annoyed, but watching Fergus leap into the air in fear makes up for that a thousand times over.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he mumbles, barely opening his eyes to see me.

"Paying you back for the past three years," I tell him with a smile. "And now you're going to be getting it for three years, get it?"

He groans and rolls over, burying his head under his pillow just like I did. But all I do is whip away the pillow and set the horn to annoy him for another five minutes as I Apparate home, my job complete.

And I'm pretty damned tired.

Unfortunately, when I Apparate back into the kitchen, I find me mum in there, brandishing her wand to put out a fire… on the cooker… ooops.

"Seamus Finnigan!" she berates me as soon as she hears the arrival of me. "You set this on fire, didn't you?"

"I didn't! I haven't even been down here this morning!" I protest my innocence but a guilty expression slides onto my face as I remember thinking about the cooker and making sausages…

Needless to say, the rest of the holidays have me in bed till 9am, my wand confiscated during non-supervised hours and an Apparation ban between the hours of 10pm – 10am… and I thought I was on holiday!


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