School Stuff
Aug. 15th, 2009 01:20 pmI don't know about any of you lot, but I'm ready for school to start. Well, not ready ready, but now the camping's done, I'm really looking forward to being back at Hogwarts, cause mostly there's just chores to do here, and staying out of range of Mum's yell, and Not Pestering Percy (the pustule), and wondering what the twins have got up to since they've always got their door locked. And telling Ginny stuff she wants to know about school--and certain people who go there.
But the good thing is that this afternoon I've got a break from answering all her questions about the marvelous, mysterious Harry Marvolo. (I'm pretty sure she'd rather I'd got her his autograph on a picture instead of the pixie I brought her from Cornwall for her birthday. Especially after it got out in her closet yesterday. Ooooh, that wasn't pretty!) Right now she's stood on a stool in the middle of the kitchen with Mum taking in and doing up some old robes for her to wear for school this year. I think they were Mum's Aunt Mirelda's robes, but I guess she was a bit bigger than Ginny when she wore them. Ginny says they smell like Mustbunnies have been nesting in them for years, and they've got funny pleats in them--or maybe those are just creases from being folded up so long, I don't know.
I'm staying as far away as I can because Mum's got a mouthful of pins, and it wasn't going so well when I looked in earlier. She was muttering about just knitting Ginny some new robes--'cause I guess Mum's better at knitting than sewing--and Ginny looked like she might cry at the idea of that, 'cause-- Well anyway, she wants to have robes like everybody else, and you can't really blame her. And Mum's about spitting pins because every time she casts the hemming charm, it seems like one side or the other hikes up. I thought at first that maybe Ginny was doing it--y'know, twitching her elbow up at just that moment, but then Mum Petrified her and it still happened, so maybe it's just that sewing's tough to do.
Anywiz. I guess on Wednesday, we're going to Diagon Alley, all of us, to get our books and supplies. Mum's all excited about it, cause she won some kind of contest that means she can queue up at Flourish and Blotts to buy a signed copy of Professor Lockhart's new book. Can you imagine entering a contest for that?! I mean, it's not like she won the book, just the chance to stand in line for him to sign it!
So. Any of you lot going to be there on Wednesday? We could try to meet up.
But the good thing is that this afternoon I've got a break from answering all her questions about the marvelous, mysterious Harry Marvolo. (I'm pretty sure she'd rather I'd got her his autograph on a picture instead of the pixie I brought her from Cornwall for her birthday. Especially after it got out in her closet yesterday. Ooooh, that wasn't pretty!) Right now she's stood on a stool in the middle of the kitchen with Mum taking in and doing up some old robes for her to wear for school this year. I think they were Mum's Aunt Mirelda's robes, but I guess she was a bit bigger than Ginny when she wore them. Ginny says they smell like Mustbunnies have been nesting in them for years, and they've got funny pleats in them--or maybe those are just creases from being folded up so long, I don't know.
I'm staying as far away as I can because Mum's got a mouthful of pins, and it wasn't going so well when I looked in earlier. She was muttering about just knitting Ginny some new robes--'cause I guess Mum's better at knitting than sewing--and Ginny looked like she might cry at the idea of that, 'cause-- Well anyway, she wants to have robes like everybody else, and you can't really blame her. And Mum's about spitting pins because every time she casts the hemming charm, it seems like one side or the other hikes up. I thought at first that maybe Ginny was doing it--y'know, twitching her elbow up at just that moment, but then Mum Petrified her and it still happened, so maybe it's just that sewing's tough to do.
Anywiz. I guess on Wednesday, we're going to Diagon Alley, all of us, to get our books and supplies. Mum's all excited about it, cause she won some kind of contest that means she can queue up at Flourish and Blotts to buy a signed copy of Professor Lockhart's new book. Can you imagine entering a contest for that?! I mean, it's not like she won the book, just the chance to stand in line for him to sign it!
So. Any of you lot going to be there on Wednesday? We could try to meet up.
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Date: 2009-08-15 09:27 pm (UTC)We'll be there though because she has to buy Oliver's books.
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Date: 2009-08-15 09:31 pm (UTC)You can share mine if you don't get your allowance, though.
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Date: 2009-08-16 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 11:06 pm (UTC)Anyway, mum still hasn't said. But maybe if I can get my money I can go by myself? Maybe Mrs Wood could take me so Mum doesn't have to go?
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Date: 2009-08-16 11:12 pm (UTC)So I think that's a yes. You could tell your mum she said yes, anyway. I mean, we're twelve years old, it's not like we need to be led around by the hand anymore anyway right?
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Date: 2009-08-16 11:28 pm (UTC)Tell her I said thank you. Actually, better yet, don't tell her; we'll just remind her she said Yes when I see you on Wednesday.
And I'll owl Lucius so he knows he doesn't have to worry about seeing Mum. Honestly, you'd think they're going to challenge each other to a duel the way Mum talks about him.
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Date: 2009-08-15 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 09:45 pm (UTC)You're not coming because of Lockhart, are you?
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Date: 2009-08-15 11:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-16 10:52 pm (UTC)Anyway the money from the Ministry's supposed to come on Monday so I should be able to buy my books too!
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Date: 2009-08-17 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-15 09:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, my dad was pretty shocked when he saw how many books were on the lists this year. I don't think he realized how many books Lockhart's written. I mean, who knew we hadn't bought them all last year? Dad said he thinks Lockhart just puts new titles on the same old rubbish and sells it again. Mum got pretty cross about that and said the only rubbish is what passes for brains in Dad's head sometimes. And you should have seen the look Dad got on his face then. Before they both started laughing at each other. And then it was all right.
Mum doesn't usually stay cross for very long. Which is a good thing because
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Date: 2009-08-16 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 02:08 am (UTC)D'you think you can tell by looking at them if they're the same as last years? I guess you read them, then?
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Date: 2009-08-17 02:14 am (UTC)I don't know why your mum bothers with buying you any of your books since it's not as if you ever open half of them!
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Date: 2009-08-17 02:29 am (UTC)But, yeah. Mum said she was working on a hex to put on our books--the twins and mine--that would make them whack us if we didn't do our assignments. But I don't think she really knows one.
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Date: 2009-08-17 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-17 02:45 am (UTC)Well, if you see me come to lessons all black and blue some day, you'll know she figured out how to do it!