*wandering about up and down the aisles of a Muggle bookstore, she gazes at all the spines and idly wonders what it would be like if somebody ever wrote a book about their lives* *smiles, deciding that it would probably take more than one book to get it all down* *and that they would probably focus on Harry as everything tended to revolve around ( Read more... )

*sets journal down, wondering how things got so out of hand* *it had started out as a joke, requesting that her siblings procreate* *then it somehow had spiraled out of control ( Read more... )