4th July
Currently sat on the Muggle train with the boys on the way to Lily's Great Uncle Alfred's. If I ignore the unfamiliar scenery streaking past the windows and the Muggles wandering up and down the corridor, its easy to pretend that we're simply on our way to Hogwarts to start a new school year. It's strange that we'll never be going back. Adults always tell you that you'll miss school once you've left, and despite our denial of this fact it turns out to be painfully true. But anyway, enough with the reminiscing, this summer is going to be one to remember.
James managed to persuade his dad to buy us two crates of beer. "Fine, but don't tell your mother," He winked. The man is a legend.
Then we were off, lugging with us our bulging suitcases, to catch the train. Remus met us three stops down, and Peter is getting a lift to the house. Right now I'm the only one of us awake. James's glasses have gone askew on his face and there's a trail of dribble glistening on his chin. Where's a camera when you need one? Moony is all tucked up in the corner, his coat draped over him, obscuring his face. I've never been a great sleeper, it takes me forever to drift off and usually four hours is all I need to function.
So all I can do is sit here and write. I'm not too bored though. There's a seriously fit Muggle bird who keeps walking past the compartment. I reckon she's clocked me and is trying to make me notice her. Maybe I'll get up and track her down.
Yeah, I think I will.