"You idiot!"
This was the first of many yells and trantrums in the used-to-be quiet Potter household.
In case your wondering who the idiot is, I will gladly tell you. James Sirius Potter II is an ignorant moron who never keep his grubby hands off my stuff, or his big, fat mouth shut. I, am Lily Luna Potter. And this is MY story. Not his, MINE. He might be mention a few times, but this story is mine. Only mine. Got it? Good. Anyways..
This was a typical day at the Potter house. Today James stole my cat, Blue (And no, he is not a magical blue cat). Blue was hissing so loud that my shouts of critisism were barely audible.
James bounded up the stairs the the attic.
"You wouldn't!" The attic was off limits. And I mean OFF. There's a lot of dangerous magical stuff up there that could easily kills us, or put us into St. Mungo's (The wizard hospital). And that scares me. The portraits there think my freckles are a deadly disease called Splattergoit. And that is NOT a complement. But really the shouldn't be calling me names when they are amongst the most foul, disgusting and ugliest portraits I have ever seen. Dad says not to make fun of them because they have helped many people. Well, they are CERTAINLY not helping me with my selfesteem. Anyways, I'm off track.
James was about to throw Blue into the attic and trap him there, but I leaped on top of James. Without thinking, his fist lunged backwards and hit me square in the nose. I got blood and tears all over his checkered sweater. James screamed. For a boy, he cares alot about his style. Sometimes he tells Mom that she's cramping his vibe. What a geek.
"You didn't just get blood all over my new sweater! I paid 12 galleons for this!" James flung me off of his back and threw Blue down the steps.
"You, animal abuser!" I screamed.
"You, sweater ruiner!" He tried to retort. Honestly, James has to work on his comebacks.
" 'Sweater ruiner' ?" I snorted.
"I'm mad!"
"No kidding." I crossed my arms.
"You're a freak, Lily!"
"You're the one who just chucked a cat down the steps!"
Before James could counter me with another horrible retort, Dad started to yell.
"JAMES! LILY! GET YOUR BUTTS DOWN TO MY STUDY! AND KEEP YOU BLOODY MOUTHS SHUT!"
"Great," James started. "You put him in a bad mood."
"Me?! You stole my cat in the first pla-"
"JAMES SIRIUS! QUIT IT!" Dad yelled. I inhaled deeply.
"Yeah James, quit it."
"You wanna go, Lily?"
Dad got tired of yelling at us through two floors. He ran up the steps. Being, 41, he's pretty fit. Or should I say, right now, he's in a fit.
"Com'on," He lifted both James and I over his shoulder. Behind Dad's back James stuck his tounge out at me. I narrowed my eyes at him and smacked his brown, bushy-haired head. He pulled my red hair. I poked his deep, brown eye and snickered.
"Quit it," Dad said through gritted teeth. Now we were at his study. He sat us down in the two visiting chairs that face his desk. I think that they are for other Aurours (Dark-wizard catchers) for when they come over to discuss certain things.
"Guys," Dad started, taking his seat at his desk. "Can't you guys just be good for a few days? Then you're off to Hogwarts. Look, I just have to tell you, that when you get to Hogwarts, Professer McGonagall will NOT put up with this nonesence. Alright? James, you should know." JAmes grinned.
"Is that it? That's our talking to?" I piped up. "Because if it's done, I have to get up stairs and pack my trunk. It won't pack it's self," I grinned. I started to stand up. Dad sat back in his chair, took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "You may go Lily Luna."
"What about me? Can I go?" James asked, standing up cautously.
"Sit," Dad said firmly. James opened his mouth to complain, but Dad sent a sharp look his way. "What are you waiting for, Lily? Go," Out of the corner of my eye, as I was turning away, Dad winked at me. I smiled back as James started to complain and Dad tried to control him.
Now, I must go and treat my bleeding nose.