The sun is evil! Waking me up at this hour. This ungodly hour! Oh, wait. It's 11:45. How did that happen? Eliza was supposed to be here an hour ago. We need to floo over to her grandmother's house. Where is she? And then my unasked question was answered by a voice. And no, it was not in my head.
"Hi!"
There sitting on my couch was the third part of the troublesome trio, reading Quidditch Through The Ages. If there is one thing we all enjoy, apart from debating useless things and immersing ourselves in mocking banter, it is Quidditch. Ron is so wrong about the Chudley Cannons. Like they could ever win. Holyheads all the way!
We also enjoy randomly having hot chocolate at interesting times, like at nine in the morning in the middle of summer, going shopping in Diagon Alley, music, albeit different kinds, and making random projects. We once decided to papier machè (I need Fleur here to help me with my French or something) my wall with newspapers and then cover it with everything from pictures to shoes, from sparkles to t-shirts, and from plastic guitars to bottles of nail polish. My mum had a fit when she saw it. And then there all those scrapbooks of the years of our friendship. We looked so young back in our first year. There are all these pictures of me, Liza, Jess, and Shena waving at the camera. Shena found new friends because decided she was too cool to hang out with us. She wasn't, by the way.
Soon I will be in New York! I'm excited! Can you tell!
We are waiting for the floo network to work again in my living room. It should be up and about in no time, the Ministry says there is just a small problem.
Liza and Jessi are talking about the beetles or something. Apparently they are some sort of musical group composed of insects. Jessi doesn't think they are amazing and Eliza begs to differ or something like that. I have no idea what they are talking about. But I'm going to New York! And I'm going to ice-skate! And buy stuff! It's totally crazy! Happy dance!
I haven't been skating in forever! It's been like a year! And I used to be pretty good! You know, I didn't fall or anything.
All right, five hours later, I'm just tad less excited. Stupid floo network and its annoying blockages. Seven games of Exploding Snap, five chess games with Ron, which I lost every time, and three kareoke reditions of A Cauldron Full Of Hot Strong Love later, we are finally here.
I'm now sitting in Eliza's grandma's house having her tell me that I am not allowed to eat stew for lunch, because, apparently, it's a dinner food. So here is Eliza's 86-year-old grandmother getting all mad at Eliza's mother for allowing Liza to befriend people who eat stew, and how kids just aren't the same these days. Don't ask, that's just Nana for you. We all call her Nana. I don't think she has a real name.
Oh! Now she is mad cause she caught sight of my ears in all their pierced glory. Oh, God! Why can't she just accept that this isn't 1945? I mean, the last time she visited Liza in England, she thought I was wearing mascara, which for the record I wasn't, and she got all mad. Then she asked me to wet a piece of paper towel and hand it to her. I did. She took it and started rubbing my eye with it. It was so odd! But after the fact, it was one of the funniest things ever.
We are going ice-skating. I'm so hyper. I love ice, the jolly, swoopy feeling. And I just discovered on of my favorite Muggle inventions. The subway. It is endlessly entertaining. And it is the best thing ever when you're me, Liza, and Jessi. Merlin, it's crazy. It's just like, moving on its own. With no magic! We just finished swigging around on the pole things and singing. That old woman in the corner is judging us, I can tell. But I don't care because it is just so fun!
We're at the stop! We only have five blocks to walk now and then it's ice time, baby! I'm going to pretend that I don't know that their will be insanely long lines. Merlin, I'm excited.
Author's Note: Dear Readers,
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Love, Gingerbob.
P.S. I'll give you a cookie.
