I always love the first week back from summer break. Albus calls me crazy, saying that he'd rather play Quidditch and go swimming all his life, but I think that would get rather boring. I think I've inherited that gene from my mum, the gene that makes me hungry for learning and stdying.
So I guess it makes perfect sense that while Al is sitting across the common room from me, playing Wizard's Chess against our best friend, Ryan Finnegan, I'm sitting here by the fire enjoying a new book.
Well, actually, it's not just any book.
It's titled, "The Second War," and is written by Rita Skeeter. It's about what really happened when my parents and Al's dad were teenagers. Of course, we know the basics, like that our uncle and Teddy's parents died, and even that our grandma killed someone, and that Voldemort died in the end, but our parents don't like to talk about any of it. I mean, it took ages just to squeeze that information out of them.
So now, if they won't tell me, I'll find out for myself.