It's safe to say I'm in a terrible mood.
This morning I woke up and hit my head on the top of my bed. I am now in the process of bruising. Then, Amity (being the smart cookie she is) left the sink running, so when I went to the bathroom I slipped and fell into the toilet- which she had forgotten to flush. Then I had to take a bath and when I got out, I had no clean bra. So now I am wearing Amity's, two sizes too big and with filler. I look like an obese person who's just lost fifty pounds in just boobs and is showing off this amazing weight-loss by wearing one of her old bras. It's terrible, really.
So now, I have a swelling bump of my forehead, my hair still smells oddly of piss, and my shirt has odd lumps in it because of this ill-fitting bra.
Oh, but wait. Look who is coming now.
"Hello, Lily; isn't it a lovely day today?" James Potter bravely asks cheerfully.
"Why the bloody hell would you consider this a lovely day, Potter?" I ask, careful to not hide my disdain. If there's anyone I can take my anger out on, it's this one right here.
"Because I get to see you," he says, in a tone that I would find sweet if not for the certain circumstances.
"And for me it's an even more dreadful day because I am forced to see you!" I bellow, and begin to stalk away.
Not before he catches up to me and taps me brightly on the shoulder. I briskly turn around and glare at him.
He kisses me on the nose and smiles before walking away.
The rest of the day I am on a killing rampage.
I will make sure that James Potter ends up bald, hanging from the topmost tower, with his underwear pulled up over his disgusting face.
