chapter fourteen.

Sometimes, I just don't get my life. I mean, even besides the getting-locked-in-storage-cupboards bit and the cursed-syrup-made-my-kitchen-talk-in-limericks bit, there've been loads of other just plain odd things happen to me. I used to think it was odd that Hermione and Harry and Ron got into so much trouble. Really, though, I've gotten into almost as much this year. Well, no. TREVOR's gotten me into almost as much trouble.

It's not as if much has happened since my kitchen started shouting limericks at me, but come on, mate, that's enough trouble for one break.

I'm due back at school in ten days. Ten short days to just stay at home and relax. I miss these times. As much as I love Hogwarts, a lot of times I miss the times before I turned eleven...sitting at home, eating scones (but I actually hate them now...stupid British snack food.), listening to the WWN. I was thinking about that today. I would have thought that thinking things like that would make me upset, but really, I love Hogwarts. I love magic and I love school, and, most of all, it's Christmas tomorrow.

Gran's really been getting into the Christmas spirit. Normally she doesn't care all that much about the holidays, but I reckon she's happy to see me after I've been at school for a few months, so she's making a big deal out of it.

This morning, I woke up when she charged through the hallway shouting, 'TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY, FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!' I do quite like Gran, but I must say her voice isn't the most pleasant thing to wake up to in the morning.

And, when I finally got out of bed and went to the kitchen (the syrup was all gone and the floor was pretty quiet, for the record), she was just a little too cheery for so early in the morning. She was jigging around, cooking some bacon and eggs, and we were talking.

'So, Neville. How's Carlisle?' she asked me.

'What?'

'Carlisle!' she answered, like it should have been obvious.

Oh. 'I haven't spoken to him in around six years, Gran.'

'I do miss the stories you've told of him...'

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STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT WHO 'CARLISLE' IS. (dun dun dun)