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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.
