Chapter 3!

I have been informed that the name of my eagle owl is also that of Draco Malfoy's, it is not meant to be a soul mate thing, I guess vain, rich, blonde Slytherins think alike! Also, my brother is a squib not a squid, my laptop likes to change things without my permission; it changed 'Hufflepuff' to 'Huff and Puff' the other day. I have planned the ending, but nothing else, I really don't care whether people like it or not because I am writing it mainly for my own enjoyment and 'haters' are still going to wish they were you no matter how epic your writing is. This is going to be a very short chapter.

Small time leap from April 20th to August 30th.

I would never trust my mother to take me to platform 9 ¾. We had to go through so much muggle technology, and she tended to get very confused, especially about the 'oyster card' system, she had bought one a few years ago, in an attempt to look normal in front of Simons friends, it took two members of tube staff about an hour to reassure her that, no, she was not meant to be given an actual oyster. After she had gotten said 'oyster' she spent almost half an hour trying to put it in the ticket slot.

They other reason was purely how utterly embarrassing she is, she thinks it's ok to give me my laundry on days when my brother has sleepovers with his friends, this would be ok, if she didn't insist on telling me the exact contents of the pile, including undergarments.

'Mummy,' I said, cautiously walking into room with tea and toast, her favourite breakfast, 'you know how I'm going to Hogwarts tomorrow?'

'Of, course, darling, we spoke about it a while back, you wanted to go to Beaux Batons, but I stopped you.' I let her get away with 'misremembering' this, because pointing it out would just put her in an awful mood and she'd do a 'mum strike' which would inevitably end with burns as my brother attempted cooking,

'Well, all the muggles are going back to school then to, as well all the magic folk,' I said, hoping she'd stop listening and blindly nod to my request, ' and I know how claustrophobic you get, so maybe nana or dad could take me.'

'Your dad is working then, and your I don't want to ask my mum to do too much,' she said smiling as if that would make me happy 'I want to see you off for your first day of magic school, anyway.'

'But nana's going anyway, she has to take Rosa, remember? '

'Well, I guess, but just a few...'

'Thanks mum!' I shouted drowning out whatever she was going to say and started to pack.

I dug around in the heaps of organised mess in my room until I found the uniform list and calendar for the upcoming year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there were thirty three Hogsmead trips that year, eleven a term, once a week, on Saturdays.

I packed several pairs of brightly coloured jeans and struggled to find decent tops, as lovely as my mother and nana were, they didn't quite understand the barriers between muggle fashionable and muggle slutty, so I own a considerable amount of cropped, skin tight and see through tops, I resolved to just take my National Quiddich Association t-shirt and loads of plain white ones, hoping I had enough jewellery to make them interesting.

I grabbed my toiletries bag and placed it next to the bath tub in the bathroom next door so that I wouldn't forget them like when I went to the summer camp and had to do some very advanced transfiguration, which took over three days (and I still ended up with lynx shower gel and cinnamon toothpaste, I could not go through that again).

My mum decided that, since she was not taking me to platform 9 ¾ , then she was going to take me on a shopping trip in muggle London, this was going to be interesting.