Life continues.
I still find myself meandering around Grimmauld Place, exploring some of the dusty rooms that I remember playing in as a child. I used to be told off for getting my dress dirty (it was white) when I crawled under the table in the third dining room. I do believe part of the reason I always longed so for pants was because to my mind they held some aura of freedom, of being able to crawl through into the warm place behind the oven in the kitchens without ripping anything.
I should not be nostalgic. Those days are passed and I am living in better ones; the most exciting days of the century, indeed.
I am no longer bored: in fact, my life is quite occupied helping my parents and attending various social events. However I do miss the company of my sister, and it is not without a vaguely despondant sentiment that I look upon the happenings of my ex-Slytherin compatriots as they endure classes and practices and prefect duties. I am thankful, however, that I am not to be shadowed under the reign of the Potter as Head Boy - it was bad enough when it was a Hufflepuff, after all.
I've rediscovered the library, and I practice daily on House Elves and other trivial creatures. My mother says I should find a hobby suitable for a lady. I would like to paint, or garden perhaps.
I am also going to find a way of making my own means; not as any substitute for the support that my family can so easily give me, but rather to stop my talents from going to waste idling around being better than you.
I should not be nostalgic. Those days are passed and I am living in better ones; the most exciting days of the century, indeed.
I am no longer bored: in fact, my life is quite occupied helping my parents and attending various social events. However I do miss the company of my sister, and it is not without a vaguely despondant sentiment that I look upon the happenings of my ex-Slytherin compatriots as they endure classes and practices and prefect duties. I am thankful, however, that I am not to be shadowed under the reign of the Potter as Head Boy - it was bad enough when it was a Hufflepuff, after all.
I've rediscovered the library, and I practice daily on House Elves and other trivial creatures. My mother says I should find a hobby suitable for a lady. I would like to paint, or garden perhaps.
I am also going to find a way of making my own means; not as any substitute for the support that my family can so easily give me, but rather to stop my talents from going to waste idling around being better than you.