You don't know what its like to be a quill. It's not easy. Take me for
example. I am Harry Potter's quill. I don't even have a proper name!!!
I'll be stuck in his rucksack for hours, no light, no air, crushed underneath countless books and ink-bottles. Then, I'll be taken out of the bag, only to be nearly drowned in a bottle of foul-tasting ink. To make things worse, my face is then driven ruthlessly into a piece of never- ending parchment, over and over until all ink is gone from my face, only to be shoved back into the bottle of ink and scratched against the parchment once again.
After and hour or so of this torture, I'm thrown mercilessly back into his rucksack. It never ends! If only I were a wand.
A/N: Coming soon!! A day in the life of Harry's wand!!!
I'll be stuck in his rucksack for hours, no light, no air, crushed underneath countless books and ink-bottles. Then, I'll be taken out of the bag, only to be nearly drowned in a bottle of foul-tasting ink. To make things worse, my face is then driven ruthlessly into a piece of never- ending parchment, over and over until all ink is gone from my face, only to be shoved back into the bottle of ink and scratched against the parchment once again.
After and hour or so of this torture, I'm thrown mercilessly back into his rucksack. It never ends! If only I were a wand.
A/N: Coming soon!! A day in the life of Harry's wand!!!
