13 degree burns.
So far this summer has been very uncomfortable. I return home after finding that I am unwelcome no matter where I go (honestly, it's like no one knows WHO I AM, they should be more welcoming and accommodating--it seems like no one knows how to properly treat a guest in this era), to find that the house elves have been slacking and I must properly scold them MYSELF in order to make them attend to the mess they ignored in my room while I was away. In the debris of old messages I find out there's a Hogwarts Summer festival going on NOW. Father and I could still make it for the last few days, but I doubt he would do anything with me.
Also, there's a wilting rose in my room, the house elves will remember what it means to feel pain for this.
Also, there's a wilting rose in my room, the house elves will remember what it means to feel pain for this.