Wednesday, 12 December 2007
12:47:08 AM (GMT)
I woke up at about 8PM- my normal waking time. Ignoring my wrinkled clothes and bed
head, I fed Piglet (he quickly devoured the food like the little piggy he is) and
started out the door in my mismatched socks.
I looked up and down the halls for a sign where Fred and George were staying. I was
just about to ask Tom where they were when I remember my insiders promise I made
before drifting off to sleep: KNOCK ON ALL DOORS.
I strutted myself to the end of the hall, readied myself in a running position once
there. I kicked off the ground. I sprinted through the corridor, reaching out both
arms to knock on every door. As the first angry head popped out, I twirled around the
corner. I took in a few breathes to relax my reddened face (I defiantly let myself go
that summer). I stepped out into the open with an innocent and confused expression
planted on my face. I even asked a few people what had happened.
After ignoring several interviews, I spied red hair at the end of the hall way. I
gasped; before I knew it, I was flying towards the bush of redness. It had turned
around to show the long face of Ron Weasley, the brother. Unfortunately, when I get
started in a run, I have a little trouble in stopping. (Socks never help either when
you’re on a slick wooden floor) The next thing I know, I’m getting a free bite of
Ron’s head and a free trip to a natural chiropractor, AKA: the floor. Which was
hard, might I add.
“Ow…” I moaned as I lifted myself to my elbows. Ron looked shocked to see me.
You’d think he’d be used to my spontaneousness within a year. I guess not…
“Hey Lizzie,” He fake yawned, probably wanting to hide the drool on his face,
“When’d you get here?”
“Like… 3ish hours ago. Floo Powder hurts. A LOT.”
Ignoring everything I just said, he yawned again (I could still see drool) “Fred
and George are in the next room over. Do you want me too…?”
I got up and interrupted him “May I?”
“Be my guest,” Ron answered, punching his fingers into his ears. Smart boy.
Opening the door a crack, I cupped my hands over my mouth and screamed at the top of
my lungs, “FRED! GEORGE! DON’T MAKE ME GET IN THERE AND PUT THE BAT-BOOGEY HEX ON
Y’ALL!!” I was better at waking them up than Mrs. Weasley according to Ron. I
beamed at him.
I heard them scramble out of bed. A sudden THUD shook me. They had better not be
“You’re crowding my changing space!”
“That’s just your thick head!”
Yup. They’re defiantly fighting.
“Shut up! You always get this way when Lizzie’s around!”
Crap. I’m brought into the subject again.
“’Cause you think she like s you best!”
“That’s because she does!”
“Uh-huh, and her favorite color is pink. YOU DOPE!”
There was another THUD. A set of footsteps came to the door and flung it open.
“Hey Lizzie.” It was Fred. He always got to me first. I looked past him to see
George lying on the floor. He looked okay until he saw me staring at him. He then put
on a puppy dog face and whined.
“Fredddd! You hurt me! Lizzie, make the mean man go away!”
I wasn’t a sucker for puppy dog eyes or complaining, but these were the twins. If I
didn’t go along with their scenario, no one would.
“Awwwwww! My poor baby!” I said in a motherly fashion, hurrying over to him,
“Where does it hurt? Do you want me to kiss it?
“He made me bite my lips! Kiss it to make it better?” He said slyly. I smacked
him upside the head and walked back to the doorway.
“Now that the drama is over, is there something y’all would lik-“ before I
finished my sentence, they cracked up laughing. They always did when I said
“y’all”. They thought my “Texan talk” made me sound weird. So says the
British people who call candy “sweets”!!
“Can’t I say one sentence with ‘y’all’ in it without y’all going
crazy???” They looked at each other and bowed their heads. “We’re sorry Miss
Langer,” these delightful twins said.
“Now class,” I played along, “What do you say when you’re teacher walks
in?” I think they finally got what I was getting at.
“Good morning Lizzie,” they rolled their eyes and together gave me a group hug.
“When’d you get here?” Fred finally questioned me.
“Not too long ago. I fell back to sleep, as you can tell,” I pointed to my bed
That’s probably the highlights of my day. My morning with Fred and George. Later we
talked on about Piglet and the good ol’ last year. I never saw Ginny though!
Good day and good night,
P.S. Moral: Stop saying “y’all” around the twins!