*Disclaimer* I do not own the potter world.
Okay fine I give in. you all suck. And my house has been decimated due to claustrophobic Stephanie, so I feed you the filler chapter : (
Lily and I sat in that common room sipping cocoa, until past midnight, talking to each other, about how I had no siblings and no father to speak of but a Muggle mum and how she had a father, a sister, a mum, and several aunts and uncles, until our little chat was adjourned by McGonagall for staying up too late, but even then we kept talking until we were attack by charmed pillows. By the time it was morning I had become pseudo-best friends with Lily Evans.
Going down to breakfast I went down with my only two true friends (cue group glare at THEM) we sat and chatted while we ate our meal sending an occasional glare their way before walking together back up the stairs to pack for the Holiday break and to go home on the train. Packing our bags Lily and I came across a box on my bed
"Lily is this yours?" I asked
"What the box?" Lily said
"Yeah"
"No I don't think so; it's too expensive looking for it to be mine"
"And its WAY too expensive for me, think it could be Alice's?"
"Probably, I bet it's from Frank" Lily giggled "lets put it on her bed, she'll find it if she comes back up for it."
"Good idea"
We finished packing and dragged our trunks down the stairs before making our good byes and piling onto the train.
Changing back into my Muggle clothes I pulled on some bright orange hot pants and a white 'Mexican' peasant blouse (yeah I was SO fashionable). Oh how I missed pants! But in Hogwarts it's the cloak or nothing, I mean I missed wearing pants or even –shock horror- skirts for nine months out of the year, anything to get past the monotony of cloak after cloak after cloak. At least you couldn't discriminate that much with black cloaks, they all looked the same, and everyone wore them no matter the weather. Boy and girls alike wore the same cloaks, no sweaters or jackets or skirts or pants just long black cloaks. Thank GAWD I didn't come from a wizard family, or I'd have to wear them all year long, the sticky nasty sweatiness that was the black cloak.
Watching the scenery zoom by I dozed off only to be prodded awake by Lily when we reached the station
"Steph? Steph wake up we're here" she said poking me from the other end of the cabin we were in as she had also learnt the hard way that you don't mess with while I was sleeping.
"Gowaymum…" I muttered before turning over
"Steph now, we're at the station" she said
Rubbing my eyes I found that we really were at the station "Oh sugar! Thanks Lily" hugging each other we both promised to owl each other as soon as possible.
Walking through the barrier I saw my mother instantly, she didn't stand out exactly like the wizards did but she got more attention as she had a loose 2-3 foot radius about her that may or not have been because she was talking to herself, or may have been that she looked a bit worse for wear, or perhaps that she was sitting cross legged on the floor looking through some weird looking cards that had weird names on them… I could have sworn one said something like 'Frankfurter Spectacular' which oddly resembled a pineapple with pork product stapled to it- but it must have been my imagination, no person in their right mind would do that to a pineapple? Right?
My Mum and I drove home in our poor beaten up ford pinto and went our separate ways when we got home. Yes sir just an average day at my house, a rather silent one but still, it was home sweet home. When I went up to my room I found the horror of all horrors in my room:
There were countless plastic pigs made out of bleach bottles, big ones, little ones with fake eyelashes, some had sweaters and glasses, the combinations were endless
Turning around I noticed in all the corners and on all the tables there were at least two or three of the demon-pigs they were freaking EVERYWHERE. Starting to freak out I walked downstairs I called to my mum
"Mum, would you care to explain why there is demo- I mean plastic pigs everywhere?"
"Oh Gosh I see you met my babies" she said before I noticed she had a another demon-pig strapped to her chest like a baby "lets see now I have Petunia, and Marjory, and oh I see you've met Peter here, he's the baby of the family, and then there is Demy, and Justin, and Alice, and oh gosh sounds like my fish balls are burning!" she called as she ran back to the kitchen when I noticed she had another pig strapped to her back.
"Fish… Balls?" I said following her into the kitchen, trying to figure out what the heck they were
"Oh gosh yes, they're a recipe I got from the nice lady across the street, I got lots more if you'd like to see them" she said shoving a whole deck of cards in my hands before tending to her 'fish balls'. Shuddering in what might be horror I walked back into the living room before stopping on the first one that said 'fluffy mackerel pudding'… what the f- never mind it must be a typo…
Oh foolish a hope that was as I was soon subjected to 'Inspiration soup' (The soup for cults!) and Chicken liver bake (with your loved ones ashes included in picture) but then I reached the horror that is Marcy's "Enchilada" (you too can have burnt meat and wilted lettuce on burnt toast!) and the 'chilled celery log' (which had an ominous meat grinder in the photo). I could only hope that my dear beloved mother would not serve this to me. Is that too much to hope for?
Yes Stephanie, yes it is too much to hope for! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes this is just filler I just had to put something in so Stephanie wouldn't destroy my house *mutters angrily about broken Television, fridge, kitchenaid mixer, and Ceiling fan*, but sadly for her these are actual recipes from 1974 and here is the link: www (Dot) candyboots (dot) com/wwcards (dot) html just delete the spaces and put in the dots and you too can have the horrible night mares about the Frankfurter Spectacular and ceramic animals.
