Journal entry 013
So I’m home. This feels odd. The house is so empty. I hate being at home. Also why on earth am I writing in this thing? I think it has become a habit to report my day to day activities. So while there is no way for me to have internet at home, I use an old binder of my mothers.
My mother was delighted to see me, I guess she has been lonely. Well it makes sense really. My father is not around, so who does she talk to all day? I guess the house elves come in handy for this. (I personally like to kick the house elves when ever they come near me, but I don’t tend to get lonely, so each to there own.)
I need to fill the house with people. I think I should invite some people over.
I am taking my apparition test tomorrow, so at least I won’t have to fly everywhere. That’s all I have been doing really, flying around the grounds, trying to avoid my mother’s stare.
Oh well, not only do I feel stupid now for spending time writing in a stupid book. I am even more bored.
Ok, I shall write owls.
My mother was delighted to see me, I guess she has been lonely. Well it makes sense really. My father is not around, so who does she talk to all day? I guess the house elves come in handy for this. (I personally like to kick the house elves when ever they come near me, but I don’t tend to get lonely, so each to there own.)
I need to fill the house with people. I think I should invite some people over.
I am taking my apparition test tomorrow, so at least I won’t have to fly everywhere. That’s all I have been doing really, flying around the grounds, trying to avoid my mother’s stare.
Oh well, not only do I feel stupid now for spending time writing in a stupid book. I am even more bored.
Ok, I shall write owls.