Where Has Summer Gone?
Can you believe the holidays are almost over? It's been frightfully boring so far, so I suppose I won't complain too much. I've visited Remus a few times and been to see Sirius, but not much else has happened. Though there are whisperings in my household that Sirius might be coming to stay for the rest of the summer. How wicked would that be?! No more owls (the poor thing has taken to trying to bite me whenever I come near her...) and no more constantly having to floo here and there. I much prefer flying as it is. Besides, we have back to school pranks to plot. I figured we should start the year with a bang! Perhaps Remus and Peter could come for a visit so we can plan properly. It's been far too long since all the Marauders have been under the same roof!
In other news... hold on a moment... I have no other news! I'm so bloody BORED. All my mum does all day is send me to do errands that I promptly forget. I haven't the foggiest idea why she keeps sending me... I never come back with the proper stuff. I must get my stubbornness from her. And Dad is busy with work, of course. A lot busier than usual, lately. Always in meetings with foreign wizards from what I've overheard whilst eavesdropping. What's a lad to do? I've taken to planting little boobytraps about the house... just to keep me on my toes. Mum, of course, isn't too keen about all that. My defense was that I was trying to keep her young... she's no spring chicken! She then proceeded to tell me to make my own dinner because her old hands couldn't handle it... Note to self: Do not bring up Mum's age when she's cooking your dinner.
As it is, I'm a bit hungry, so I think I'll go see if she's forgiven me yet.
In other news... hold on a moment... I have no other news! I'm so bloody BORED. All my mum does all day is send me to do errands that I promptly forget. I haven't the foggiest idea why she keeps sending me... I never come back with the proper stuff. I must get my stubbornness from her. And Dad is busy with work, of course. A lot busier than usual, lately. Always in meetings with foreign wizards from what I've overheard whilst eavesdropping. What's a lad to do? I've taken to planting little boobytraps about the house... just to keep me on my toes. Mum, of course, isn't too keen about all that. My defense was that I was trying to keep her young... she's no spring chicken! She then proceeded to tell me to make my own dinner because her old hands couldn't handle it... Note to self: Do not bring up Mum's age when she's cooking your dinner.
As it is, I'm a bit hungry, so I think I'll go see if she's forgiven me yet.