September 1st- Still at the Anderson Household
Days Until Hogwarts: ZERO!
Today is the day! Today is the day I can finally go back to school! I was literally bouncing when I sat down for breakfast, thinking about the fact that in less than three hours, I would be acquainted once more with my friends Lily Evans, and Mary Macdonald. I just couldn't contain my excitement.
"You look happy." My dad observed.
"I hope you spend this term doing your schoolwork, Christine. Remember, less music, more work." My mother dictated.
You know, my musical dream could use a little more support sometimes. I mean, it wasn't like they were completely against the whole singing/songwriting thing. But they would definitely prefer if I became a healer or something. On occasion, they'd tell me: "Wouldn't that be nice, Christine? To have a witch doctor in the family?" No, mother, I want to say. Although, it would be nice to have a musician in the family, if I do say so myself.
A couple of people at Hogwarts take my parents' side on regards to my "bloody obsession with music".
These people, I am proud to say are neither Lily, nor Mary. No, these people are the so-called "popular" gang of boys at Hogwarts.
And by this, I mean the Marauders. Well, two specific boys of the Marauders. James and Sirius, and perhaps sometimes Peter, in order to agree with them. None of these boys has ever heard me sing, nor any of my songs, nor anything to do with me musically, actually. So they really don't have a say in regards to my future career, if you ask me. Things like "Christine, off to sing sometime soon? Lalalalala! Better watch out- she might write a song about us! *laugh at their own joke* Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah" really don't concern me…or, they shouldn't.
Now, let me break down these annoying specimen of nature down for you:
1. James Potter (ringleader #1) : Very good looking. Plays chaser alongside Mary on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Good friends with Mary. In love with Lily Evans. Very persistent on getting Lily Evans to agree to go out with him. Quite a prat. Bullies poor Severus Snape far too often. And too desperate for Lily. He is somewhat of the leader of the group.
2. Sirius Black (ringleader #2): Complete prat and jerk. Thinks it fun to play Mr. Player on almost every girl in the seventh year and spend unnecessary amounts of time in broom cupboards with them…easy for him when so many girls are head over heels for him. Merlin, even I once had feelings for him- even if his life conquest seems to be to irritate and tease me to my death. The joker of the group. Laughs a lot. Seems to live a careless life (although not true due to his terrible family of conceited purebloods). Parties too much. Plays beater for the Gryffindor team. Is kind of good looking.
3. Remus Lupin (the smart one): Why this boy is a Marauder, I will never know. Responsible, studious, gets really good grades. Follows rules. Gryffindor prefect. Really nice. Good looking, although seems extremely tired quite often. And seems to injure himself frequently (…maybe he does do marauder-like things after all…?)
4. Peter (the desperate one): Okay, this boy needs a lesson on assertiveness. And being-your-own-character-ness. Complete copycat of the Marauders; does everything they do. Admires them to a very high, very unnecessary extent. Seems a bit twitchy and nervous often.
"CHRISTINE! WE HAVE TO GET GOING!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.
Oh, bugger. I guess I better stop writing this and actually finish packing. Great. Another thing to add to my long list of bad character traits. Procrastinator.
"CHRISTINE! HAVE YOU EVEN PACKED YET?" my mom literally screams.
"YES! Coming, coming, coming!" I lie, my voice booming downstairs. This seems to quieten my mother a bit.
In my suitcase, I throw in a few shirts, a few pants, my uniform, my toiletries, the tiny bit of makeup that I use, and somehow manage to use every bit of strength in me- which is, mind you, not much- to close my suitcase. In my carry-on bag, as I like to call it, I put my diary, the notebook I write my tunes and lyrics in, and my textbooks. I grab my muggle guitar and storm out of the room to meet my very aggravated-looking mother. "If you miss your train, don't come looking for me to help!"
And with those words, we leave for the King's Cross with me terribly excited, as usual.
