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Chapter Two
in my room, contemplating my existence
5 days left. 5 bloody days too many.
Dear old Dad left with Reggy to get supplies. I refused to go - partly because I didn't want to be seen out in public with them, but mostly because I'm still grounded. Kreacher'll get over it soon enough...
Mum's off somewhere...probably cleaning something. Or worshipping Voldy in some gormless shrine of hers. Sometimes I think Voldy could give Dad the run away - Mum would probably marry Voldy. Maybe their already married...how sick. I wonder if I get to carry the rings at the wedding?
I wonder if I'm even invited? Hm.
haha.
I asked Mum if I was invited to the wedding. She had no idea what I was talking about and told me to shove off so she could clean the furniture. I've no bloody idea why it takes her so long to clean - she's a witch. In more ways than one.
bored.
Pushing Kreacher down the stairs? Worth it.
Bothering Mum about her and Voldy's secret affair? Hilarious.
Stringing Kreacher from the living room fan? Brilliant.
Turning the fan on? Priceless.
later.
Mum was a tad hacked off when she saw Kreacher spinning from the ceiling. She, of course, blamed me. Now, seeing Dad and Reggy trying to get Kreacher down...with the fan still on? What gits. You're supposed to turn it off first...well, that is, if I hadn't broken the fan so they couldn't turn it off. It was rather hilarious to see Reggy get hit in the face with one of the fan blades...and to think me breaking the fan was purely accidental. I'm brilliant.
grounded...again?
Can you get grounded once on top of the other? I suppose you can.
Now to write a letter to Prongs...I just might have beaten his record.
4 days left.
Yesterday came and went. Reggy has a rather large bruise on his forehead. Kreacher runs, screaming obscene words whenever I pass by. Dad got me a wand for Hogwarts, but it's utter crap. He just threw it at me, really, saying that I should really start thinking about my place in the family.
"You don't want to be like Cedrella, do you?" He shuddered as he said her name - Cedrella being my grandmum...or is it great grandmum? something of the sort - and then led me to the tapestry in the Great Hall, showing me where she'd been blasted off.
He looked somewhat proud that I seemed like I was paying attention. Really, I was just smiling because I managed to tie his shoelaces together while he was rambling on about cursed relatives.
-sigh-
Dad didn't fall down the stairs. I was so hopeful...
3 days left.
I think I'll die. That's how bloody bored I am. And I'm still grounded. Bloody beat that, Prongs...
letters.
I was bored, so I opened some letters I hadn't looked at before.
Got one from Moony. Saying how he's looking forward to school and to seeing everyone...he's been reading this summer. Who in their bloody right mind actually takes the time to read? I sure as hell don't.
I also got a letter from Wormtail...and couldn't understand a word. His handwriting is worse than mine. And that's saying something.
Another letter from Miss Holly Dawling herself. Holly is a bit of a tart, if you know what I mean, and she totally and utterly fancies me. Rather annoying...but she is a rightfully good snogger.
2 days.
left. Kill me now.
Tomorrow.
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy...Hogwarts? Or something.
The school hasn't met the wrath of me. Oh no.
Black. Sirius Black.
Watch out, world...
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Finally get to start writing about Hogwarts! -dances- I'm so thrilled! Next chapter it is, then...and please be sure to comment!
