chapter sixteen.
I woke up to the deafening shouts of Gran.
Sprinting out to the living room, I managed to dodge the cactus that I've made a habit of falling over in the morning.
'WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH THIS BROADCASTING?' She screamed. I knew she was 'talking' about the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network). The radio was being shaken violently in her hands. 'THIS WOULD NOT BE A PROBLEM ON TUESDAY.'
'You've gotta calm down, Gran.'
'NEVILLE. I FORBID YOU TO SMUSH WORDS TOGETHER LIKE THEY ARE ONE. 'GOTTA, HADDA, HAFTA, GONNA, OUTTA.' NO. UNACCEPTABLE.'
She was very mad, and I did not want to stick around any longer. I told her I was going for a walk, grabbed Trevor and started walking around our village.
An hour later, I opened the door slowly, and when I didn't hear anything, I stepped in with a sigh of relief.
I walked back into the living room and looked a Gran, who was still sitting in the same spot. She had a strange silver cylinder in her hand. 'Gran, what is that?'
'This?' She held up the thing. 'This is 'Diet Coke'. These Muggles come up with the most addicting things, you know.' She was much more calm than earlier. 'Would you like one, dear?'
It didn't look very appetizing to me. 'No, I've gott—er, I have go to go put Trevor away…Did you get the radio working?'
'Yes, it's always a bit shaky on Sundays.'
The rest of my day went on a lot like that. I have to say, it's a nice change from Hogwarts, where the days are always scheduled and everyone is constantly doing something.
I figured I'd do the same thing tomorrow, pretty much. I told Trevor I might take him to the park, and he croaked especially loudly, so I think we'll spend most of the day there.