Yep. Nothing to say this time.
Christmas vacation is here, so I am going home, if you can call it that. No, the Potter's is my home. Grimmauld Place is nothing but the house I live in. I am the white sheep of the Black family; everyone knows it, and no one cares for me or about me. So why do they insist I come? They don't want me around, I don't want to be around, so why can't I just stay away?
I hate this.