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Lucille got here last night. I guess she's not so bad, but it's weird having another person at our house. She's seventeen, but in America apparently wizards don't come of age until eighteen, so she's got another six months before she moves out to live on her own. That's what dad says, anyway.
She's pretty nice. I do have to share a room with her though, so it's kind of cramped. We're getting along pretty well, she wanted to know all about Hogwarts. She lives with her mom in Michigan, but goes to some magic school in Ontario. She says they wear robes too, but their school robes are orange. How bizarre is that? I would hate to wear orange robes.
Anyway, mum and dad are so thrilled she's here, we went out to dinner and everything, and they even let her pick out a gift. This is so very unlike my parents. She got a book, and was up reading it until 1:30 in the morning, and I couldn't sleep because she had my bedside table lamp on.
This weekend we're all supposedly having some 'get to know eachother' time, but maybe I can come down to the burrow sometime next week, George?
She's pretty nice. I do have to share a room with her though, so it's kind of cramped. We're getting along pretty well, she wanted to know all about Hogwarts. She lives with her mom in Michigan, but goes to some magic school in Ontario. She says they wear robes too, but their school robes are orange. How bizarre is that? I would hate to wear orange robes.
Anyway, mum and dad are so thrilled she's here, we went out to dinner and everything, and they even let her pick out a gift. This is so very unlike my parents. She got a book, and was up reading it until 1:30 in the morning, and I couldn't sleep because she had my bedside table lamp on.
This weekend we're all supposedly having some 'get to know eachother' time, but maybe I can come down to the burrow sometime next week, George?