Second chapter hope you guys like it so far. onwards we go.
Chapter 2 Men, Make up and Moving Trains
It is a known fact that one cannot fall in love without someone to fall in love with, also that person must be realistically in your reach, so that's Elton John well gone isn't it. No really I need someone for my project, someone I can really change that will be a challenge to my inner minx and genius. My list stands as thus.
Boys.
Seamus Finnigan- Irish sandy coloured haired boy, my age but funny looking with sticky out ears, from what I have heard he is easy.
Ron Weasley- taken by Hermione well not officially but I try not to mess with Hermione she has a real temper on her at times, I happen to like my face the way it is and I can't afford Plastic Surgery.
Harry Potter- The less said the better.
Dean Thomas- No can do as he supports West Ham and I support Watford F.C.
Draco Malfoy- Has a pug for a girlfriend tells me I am extremely sad, it is not me who carrys a mirror and a pot of hair gel around with me in the pockets of my robes.
Crabbe/Goyle- the dynamic duo, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.. . 10 minutes later Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahah...
Have composed myself with a box of Ribena, My Ribena carton is more dynamic than those two; I think I'll mange without them.
No more boys remotely okay have come to mind so on with the men.
Men.
Wait the only men are teachers, well this will be the shortest list in existence...
Albus Dumbledore... Hmmm at 150 I suggest his stimulation is......ZERO!
Remus Lupin. Okay if you like late afternoon pre evening dates, the poor guys a WereWolf you can't feel to mean towards him but IM not attracted to him or any of them right now I think I'll leave it. PS. Ghosts are not my thing; I've had too many transparent boyfriends, muggle and Wizard.
I find myself abandoning the list of possible projects and leaving the house in need of inspiration. IM in Boots looking at the make up, a girl needs to look her best to impress the man of her dreams, IM prepared to spend any amount of money to get him by my side. Moments later..
£10.50 FOR A MASCARA you must be joking and £4.50 for a lipstick, Stuff this IM off too ASDA (Wal-Mart for you Americans out there) Lipstick there is only £1.50, Mascara £4.50. Naomi Campbell may be able to afford Boot's prices but the rest of us poor folk cannot, IM going to change that when IM older and can do magic outside of school.
School tomorrow, I can't wait, my trunk lays packed, my homework done and every Elton CD I own is packed with my magical CD player, muggle electronics don't work inside of Hogwarts, so I have been ripped off for this one by a surly looking wizard in the Leaky Cauldron, he declared his name was Mr Smith Magical Lekkeeyytronics seller, I believe he was a foreign wizard who had nothing better to do than annoy punters, I think he was Italian as he looked like Al Pachino on a bad day and had a tremendously large bag of spaghetti sauce at his feet. Got my dad to drive me to Kings Cross as I refused point blank to use Floo powder with my trunk, let's just say he wasn't happy and used a lot of unprintable words whilst driving. (London is only 4 measly hours away I don't understand him.) We have reached Kings Cross 6 hours later due to extensive McDonalds stops and the map flying out of the window. My mother and father argued the whole way over the left and right turns to London; it was like being in a car with Saddam Hussain and George Bush worthy of war. Kings cross is incredibly busy, packed with muggles and wizards heading for the Hogwarts express, I don't fail to notice the Malfoys Rolls Royce parked in front of the station, why they think those cars are the height of sophistication is beyond me. It's quite amusing to watch the new first years trying to get onto platform 9 ¾ they all stand slightly bemused in front on the barrier wondering how it works; I strode confidently through watching their shocked faces before being blacked out and emerging on to the platform shadowed by the scarlet steam engine which is the Hogwarts express. Students ran up and down the platform, back and forth from their parents, I had left mine in the car arguing over the way back home. I boarded the train and stared around at the old fashioned upholstery it's probably been here since Dumbledore was a child; it's certainly dusty enough to have been. Sitting in a compartment I watched the bustling platform for project blokes none so far took my notice, I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes, only to be disturbed by Ron, Hermione and to my utter distaste Harry Potter urrgh! "Hi" I said politely "Hey" Hermione and Ron replied. Potter just looked at me I think he thinks IM a bit superficial, but IM a deep intellectual, I just don't show it too often. "Hello Harry", I said smarmily. He nodded at me, sat down and began playing with his wand (not the wand you're thinking you dirty minded reader) his magic wand. Well that's gratitude for you I am distinctly being nice to him but he is ignoring it, he won't get away with it when we get to school. Placing my headphones on I ignored him for the rest of the journey and listened to Philadelphia Freedom blasting in my ears until night fell and we reached school. Embarking onto Hogsmeade platform, I was surprised to see Professor Snape waiting for us. "Hurry up to the school now I don't have all night waiting for you doddering children" he hissed all of the time I could feel his dark eyes piercing mine I was slightly transfixed on how black and deep they seemed, and how his face was white like silk and how his teeth were yellow and his hair greasy. REALITY CHECK here Rebecca your greasy potions master is not in the running league so leave it there so I am, well at least I think I am. On to phase 3 spectating.
Chapter 2 Men, Make up and Moving Trains
It is a known fact that one cannot fall in love without someone to fall in love with, also that person must be realistically in your reach, so that's Elton John well gone isn't it. No really I need someone for my project, someone I can really change that will be a challenge to my inner minx and genius. My list stands as thus.
Boys.
Seamus Finnigan- Irish sandy coloured haired boy, my age but funny looking with sticky out ears, from what I have heard he is easy.
Ron Weasley- taken by Hermione well not officially but I try not to mess with Hermione she has a real temper on her at times, I happen to like my face the way it is and I can't afford Plastic Surgery.
Harry Potter- The less said the better.
Dean Thomas- No can do as he supports West Ham and I support Watford F.C.
Draco Malfoy- Has a pug for a girlfriend tells me I am extremely sad, it is not me who carrys a mirror and a pot of hair gel around with me in the pockets of my robes.
Crabbe/Goyle- the dynamic duo, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.. . 10 minutes later Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahahahahah...
Have composed myself with a box of Ribena, My Ribena carton is more dynamic than those two; I think I'll mange without them.
No more boys remotely okay have come to mind so on with the men.
Men.
Wait the only men are teachers, well this will be the shortest list in existence...
Albus Dumbledore... Hmmm at 150 I suggest his stimulation is......ZERO!
Remus Lupin. Okay if you like late afternoon pre evening dates, the poor guys a WereWolf you can't feel to mean towards him but IM not attracted to him or any of them right now I think I'll leave it. PS. Ghosts are not my thing; I've had too many transparent boyfriends, muggle and Wizard.
I find myself abandoning the list of possible projects and leaving the house in need of inspiration. IM in Boots looking at the make up, a girl needs to look her best to impress the man of her dreams, IM prepared to spend any amount of money to get him by my side. Moments later..
£10.50 FOR A MASCARA you must be joking and £4.50 for a lipstick, Stuff this IM off too ASDA (Wal-Mart for you Americans out there) Lipstick there is only £1.50, Mascara £4.50. Naomi Campbell may be able to afford Boot's prices but the rest of us poor folk cannot, IM going to change that when IM older and can do magic outside of school.
School tomorrow, I can't wait, my trunk lays packed, my homework done and every Elton CD I own is packed with my magical CD player, muggle electronics don't work inside of Hogwarts, so I have been ripped off for this one by a surly looking wizard in the Leaky Cauldron, he declared his name was Mr Smith Magical Lekkeeyytronics seller, I believe he was a foreign wizard who had nothing better to do than annoy punters, I think he was Italian as he looked like Al Pachino on a bad day and had a tremendously large bag of spaghetti sauce at his feet. Got my dad to drive me to Kings Cross as I refused point blank to use Floo powder with my trunk, let's just say he wasn't happy and used a lot of unprintable words whilst driving. (London is only 4 measly hours away I don't understand him.) We have reached Kings Cross 6 hours later due to extensive McDonalds stops and the map flying out of the window. My mother and father argued the whole way over the left and right turns to London; it was like being in a car with Saddam Hussain and George Bush worthy of war. Kings cross is incredibly busy, packed with muggles and wizards heading for the Hogwarts express, I don't fail to notice the Malfoys Rolls Royce parked in front of the station, why they think those cars are the height of sophistication is beyond me. It's quite amusing to watch the new first years trying to get onto platform 9 ¾ they all stand slightly bemused in front on the barrier wondering how it works; I strode confidently through watching their shocked faces before being blacked out and emerging on to the platform shadowed by the scarlet steam engine which is the Hogwarts express. Students ran up and down the platform, back and forth from their parents, I had left mine in the car arguing over the way back home. I boarded the train and stared around at the old fashioned upholstery it's probably been here since Dumbledore was a child; it's certainly dusty enough to have been. Sitting in a compartment I watched the bustling platform for project blokes none so far took my notice, I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes, only to be disturbed by Ron, Hermione and to my utter distaste Harry Potter urrgh! "Hi" I said politely "Hey" Hermione and Ron replied. Potter just looked at me I think he thinks IM a bit superficial, but IM a deep intellectual, I just don't show it too often. "Hello Harry", I said smarmily. He nodded at me, sat down and began playing with his wand (not the wand you're thinking you dirty minded reader) his magic wand. Well that's gratitude for you I am distinctly being nice to him but he is ignoring it, he won't get away with it when we get to school. Placing my headphones on I ignored him for the rest of the journey and listened to Philadelphia Freedom blasting in my ears until night fell and we reached school. Embarking onto Hogsmeade platform, I was surprised to see Professor Snape waiting for us. "Hurry up to the school now I don't have all night waiting for you doddering children" he hissed all of the time I could feel his dark eyes piercing mine I was slightly transfixed on how black and deep they seemed, and how his face was white like silk and how his teeth were yellow and his hair greasy. REALITY CHECK here Rebecca your greasy potions master is not in the running league so leave it there so I am, well at least I think I am. On to phase 3 spectating.