-Emily, there's mail for you!
If there's one thing I don't like waking up to is my mother´s yelling.
Another letter? I got to give it to them, these guys don't give up.
This letter is, again, an exact replica of the movie´s. I groggily throw the letter into the garbage can in the kitchen.
Its then when my eyes pick up on the two, no, thr..no!..four leters. Wait… theres more?!.
The letters keep coming and coming from under the door. I rapidly gather them, I´d die if any member of my family realized I'm being pranked over Harry Potter. Plus, my mother would probably want to talk to the parents of whoever is responsible. Believe me, she has done it before.
I pass through the living room, where my three brothers, little twins Elliot and Mathew, and 18 year old Anthony, are watching TV.
I'm almost there, I'm almost there.
-Whatcha doing sis?
Fudge, Fudging fudge.
If only to be more evident, I clumsily drop the pile of identical letters to the floor.
-Emily´s got a secret admirer!
-Sure Elliot, that would so happen…let's see what's in here
-Stop it Tony!
My attempts of gathering the letters are truly mock-able. By now the whole kitchen is covered by the same, impeccable parchments.
-Dear miss Bloom, you´ve been accepted…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH oh my god what?
It isn't long till Elliot and Matt join him in a rage of laughter.
My brothers sure are idiots.
