Happy, happy, joy, joy...
I got to play the timpani in band today. Yes, I have band lessons over the summer. :P I get home and learn that my brother doesn't know how to send emails... And I'm not going back to my Grandmother's house today because mom had to cancel whatever she was doing. The Dark Lord said I need a squoosh ball after I had little conniption in front of him. I came back 5 minutes later and handed the squoosh ball back to him. Except that there was no more squoosh left in the squoosh ball. I said, promptly afterwards, that I needed to go torture and kill a few muggles. So I did. I come back, and there is the Dark Lord. Sitting there. Like he's waiting for me. He tells me to look at what time it is. It's one in the morning. I left at nine... whoops. He beckons me over to him and tells me to sit down. He then sighs and goes into a little rant all his own. Mainly about me losing my temper too much. That was when I remembered kicking one of the male Death Eaters around just for looking at me the wrong way. Heh. That was fun. So there I am lost in my own thoughts when suddenly I hear the Dark Lord casting some sort of spell on me. I only hoped it wasn't a Cruciatus curse. It wasn'. Surprisingly. That's normally what he would do. I see a whole heck of a lot of memories coming back to me. Including the one right after he beckoned me. I just had to think 'oh, there he goes again, yanking my chain...' didn't I?! Merlin... This can't end up too good, he's gonna use this against me. I know this cause he looked distinctly amused. I am so. Dead. He's either gonna kill me or make me regret that for the rest of my life. Neither one bodes well for me.