"MUM, you bought the 'No pulp' kind again..." I grumble, grimacing with my first sip of kahel juice.
"Sorry, dear. I always forget which kind you like," she apologizes.
"It's 'SOME pulp'," I remind her for what must be the millionth time.
She scribbles something on the grocery listahan tacked to the inside of the silverware cupboard door.
"Run out and get the mail?" She asks.
I run my thumb up the stack of napkins that sits on the table. "Do I have to?"
She turns around and gives me a look that usually means No-dear-you-don't-have-to-but-if-you-don't-I'm-going-to-buy-more-no-pulp-orange-juice.
I groan and stumble out the door, still in my pale-blue nightgown. It's not yet light, but mum loves it when we get up early to "Get a fresh start on the day," so I'm stuck getting up at this ungodly oras of the morning, although my little sister Amelia gets off easy, only having to be awake sa pamamagitan ng 7:00. sa pamamagitan ng my estimate, it's about 6:30 right now.
Our mailbox is made of dull iron and the flag is rusted in place so it's always half-up-half-down. I try to do everything I can for our old house. I took over all the repairs when dad left. I should really have fixed that old mailbox long ago.
My parents aren't divorced, but my dad has a job as a professor somewhere in London, and it keeps him away except in the summer months. He left a buwan early this taon to "Get his classroom ready." How long does it take to decorate a classroom?
It doesn't matter. I shouldn't doubt my dad, as he's always been very loving and kind to me. When he's home.
I open up the mailbox, and, shooing away a spider, look through the mail as I'm carrying it into the house. Bill... bill... ad for nose hair removal... ad for back-to-school supplies (Mum'll pag-ibig that)... Letter to mum... What? What's this? A letter addressed to me?
Ms. Arabell McGeorge
34 privet Drive
Little Whinging,
Surrey
From somewhere called "Hogwarts". Hmm. I pull my iPhone out of my back pocket and type in "Hogwarts."
Nothing. Google finds an ad for a butcher's tindahan somewhere in Greenwich called the Hog's Wart, but I doubt the butcher's tindahan is offering me a job.
I step into the house and hand my mum the other letters. I sit down at the table, push my kahel juice and cold oatmeal aside, and open the letter...
~~~~END OF CHAPTER ONE~~~~
I'll update once a week.
Hope you enjoyed :3
"Sorry, dear. I always forget which kind you like," she apologizes.
"It's 'SOME pulp'," I remind her for what must be the millionth time.
She scribbles something on the grocery listahan tacked to the inside of the silverware cupboard door.
"Run out and get the mail?" She asks.
I run my thumb up the stack of napkins that sits on the table. "Do I have to?"
She turns around and gives me a look that usually means No-dear-you-don't-have-to-but-if-you-don't-I'm-going-to-buy-more-no-pulp-orange-juice.
I groan and stumble out the door, still in my pale-blue nightgown. It's not yet light, but mum loves it when we get up early to "Get a fresh start on the day," so I'm stuck getting up at this ungodly oras of the morning, although my little sister Amelia gets off easy, only having to be awake sa pamamagitan ng 7:00. sa pamamagitan ng my estimate, it's about 6:30 right now.
Our mailbox is made of dull iron and the flag is rusted in place so it's always half-up-half-down. I try to do everything I can for our old house. I took over all the repairs when dad left. I should really have fixed that old mailbox long ago.
My parents aren't divorced, but my dad has a job as a professor somewhere in London, and it keeps him away except in the summer months. He left a buwan early this taon to "Get his classroom ready." How long does it take to decorate a classroom?
It doesn't matter. I shouldn't doubt my dad, as he's always been very loving and kind to me. When he's home.
I open up the mailbox, and, shooing away a spider, look through the mail as I'm carrying it into the house. Bill... bill... ad for nose hair removal... ad for back-to-school supplies (Mum'll pag-ibig that)... Letter to mum... What? What's this? A letter addressed to me?
Ms. Arabell McGeorge
34 privet Drive
Little Whinging,
Surrey
From somewhere called "Hogwarts". Hmm. I pull my iPhone out of my back pocket and type in "Hogwarts."
Nothing. Google finds an ad for a butcher's tindahan somewhere in Greenwich called the Hog's Wart, but I doubt the butcher's tindahan is offering me a job.
I step into the house and hand my mum the other letters. I sit down at the table, push my kahel juice and cold oatmeal aside, and open the letter...
~~~~END OF CHAPTER ONE~~~~
I'll update once a week.
Hope you enjoyed :3
1. Do not sing We're Off To See the Wizard When sent to the headmaster's office!!!
2. You're not dying.
3. Trees can be pretty dangerous...
4. Do not call Dumbledore Santa during the holidays.
5. The Chamber of Secrets is where Snape keeps all of his galleons.
6. Dont talk to strange snakes
7. Voldemort has anger issues
8. Harry sucks at Wizard Chess.
9. A dementors halik is a halik only their mother would want
10. There is a troll in the dungeon!
11. "You Know Who" is "He Who Must Not Be Named"
12. Trolls go into girls bathrooms
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2. You're not dying.
3. Trees can be pretty dangerous...
4. Do not call Dumbledore Santa during the holidays.
5. The Chamber of Secrets is where Snape keeps all of his galleons.
6. Dont talk to strange snakes
7. Voldemort has anger issues
8. Harry sucks at Wizard Chess.
9. A dementors halik is a halik only their mother would want
10. There is a troll in the dungeon!
11. "You Know Who" is "He Who Must Not Be Named"
12. Trolls go into girls bathrooms
.
You always hear people saying there are discrepencies in the Harry Potter books, but I have truly found a plot hole.
It is a major plot hole, I have noticed, in the Harry Potter series...A very serious one.
Everyone's always talking about how much Harry looks like his father, even Hagrid in the first book.
Molly and Arthur were in the order with Harry's parents ie James.
Why didn't Molly recognise Harry at Kings tumawid station?
He has the same black, sticking-up hair. And the scar!
And just look at the moment Fred and George told Molly that he was Harry Potter.
~ Sydney.
It is a major plot hole, I have noticed, in the Harry Potter series...A very serious one.
Everyone's always talking about how much Harry looks like his father, even Hagrid in the first book.
Molly and Arthur were in the order with Harry's parents ie James.
Why didn't Molly recognise Harry at Kings tumawid station?
He has the same black, sticking-up hair. And the scar!
And just look at the moment Fred and George told Molly that he was Harry Potter.
~ Sydney.