After Professor Dumbledore left, I looked over at my brother. He had a ridiculous smirk on his face.
"You think this is funny, huh?" I said sternly, but I had a smile on my face from what I just experienced, so I'm not sure it had the effect I was going for.
"I think it's hilarious. Dumbledore is practically the greatest sorcerer in the world. He just appeared in my living room, sorted my sister into her house, disappeared and left her with the strangest look on her face. I find it quite funny."
I jokingly glared at him. "Alright, you're real funny. I'm going to my room to gather my thoughts. Let me know when lunch is ready." I heard him shout about the headmaster sending someone to pick me up in the morning to go to Diagon Alley, but I just stalked off into my room and sat on my bed. I tried thinking everything through, but with all the thoughts crammed into my head, I needed to write it down.
I grabbed a piece of paper and began scribbling down my thoughts vigorously. I finished and looked over the paper. This is what I found:
Sorted into Ravenclaw.
Going to Diagon Alley in the morning. Escort.
Going to Hogwarts
Living with Taylor
Parents dead
Parents dead
Parents dead
I was surprised to find that my parents were on my list. I didn't remember writing them down. I just shrugged my shoulders and moved on. I gathered what I had for clothes and put them back in the suitcase. If I'm right, school starts in three days. I don't like being late for anything, so I got everything together. Leaving out only clothes for the next three days, I repacked everything else I wouldn't need from now until I leave.
I had just finished checking everything twice, when my brother called me out for lunch. We had salads and soup with Italian bread, which he knows is my favorite. We talked about his life here in Britain. We talked about his job being the Minister's assistant at the Ministry of Magic. We talked about school and how we thought tomorrow was going to go. We just talked and talked for about forty-five minutes.
I cleaned up afterwards and did the dishes. He went off to his room to do paper work. I sat down and wrote to Emily. I missed her so much already. It wasn't going to be the same without being able to give her a look when she says the same thing as me, at the same time, and have it be mirrored on her face. It wasn't going to be the same without her to tell my every thought and not feel like an idiot, because I know I'm not the only one thinking that. She was my partner in crime and I missed her so much.
After writing Emily, I lie in my bed and read for a little while. I read a muggle book about a girl who is thirteen and moves around a lot. Her family is all screwed up. Her mom and dad are separated and her dad's in jail. Her mom is always fighting with everyone else, including her and she is really stressed about it. I liked the book. It was really suspenseful and I liked reading books that had me wanting to keep reading and never put the book down.
Sometime later, I wake to find I've fallen asleep with my head in my book, which happens surprisingly often. I stand up and brush myself off. I look at the analog clock on my wall to find it's about 3:30a.m. I take off my dark jeans and put them in a pile to be washed before I leave for school. I put on some flannel pajama pants and took off my T-shirt, so I could finish my sleeping comfortably.
My stomach growled and I laughed. I hadn't eaten dinner, but I really was too tired now to make anything. I lay back down on my bed, removing the book from it and folding the corner to mark my page. I set it on the ground next to me and covered myself up. I immediately fell back asleep.