Expecto Patronum (original) (raw)

[	mood	|	annoyed	]

to use my wand on Dudley and get another letter from the Improper Use of Magic Office. Seriously. Bugging me while I'm trying to practice the wand movements for Charms. Bloody git. I swear, once I can use magic outside of school, there will be no more Dudley Dursley.

Uncle Vernon is at work. Aunt Petunia is craning her neck over the fence so she can listen to the rather loud arguments coming from the neighbours next door. She told Uncle Vernon last night that she thinks they will divorce. She was giddy about it. *rolls eyes* Spare me.

Ginny, would you kindly inform your brother that one Harry Potter wishes to speak to him immediately. And also tell Ronald that I think he is a large git for not talking to me sooner.

Right now, Dudley is playing a video game. Some stupid racing game that the relatives bought him for his birthday. He has a boxing match tomorrow, and I've been given the privilege to stay home. As Uncle Vernon put it, "I don't want you to spoil Dudley's chances of winning." Yes, that's right, I'm going to make sure my oaf of a cousin doesn't win a boxing match. No... I'd rather enjoy seeing him get punched in the head repeatedly. Not like he's not stupid enough as is, but still, I think you get the picture.

I went flying last night. Just for a short bit and only around the block. Everyone was asleep, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. So I ended the little flight early. And I locked up the Firebolt in the bottom of my trunk so there's no temptation to fly. But I miss it already. I nicked a snitch off of Madam Hooch right before I got kicked off the team... So I've been entertaining myself with that.

Hermione, what is the answer to number five on the Potions homework? I can't find it. Stupid Snape. I looked at my

Magical Drafts and Potions

book and couldn't find a bloody thing. The question is about the Draught of the Living Death....

Aunt Petunia is yelling for me to come fix dinner. Lovely.