Friday, 26 October 2007
12:54:00 AM (GMT)
This morning, my mom was yelling at 4am for me to get up. She said something about
the Leaky Cauldron and wanting me to get a head start. I’m surprised she knew about
that place, being a muggle and all…
Hey y’all, I’m Lizzie Langer and this is my brand new diary I got for my birthday
yesterday! Fred and George, my twin friends, gave it to me. Before I write anymore
about how the day started, I’m going to tell you more about myself. I’m Lizzie
(short for Elizabeth) Anne Langer. I moved here to England a year ago. I’ve been
going to Hogwarts for my second and third year. That’s right, I’m a wizard! Fear
me!! Ha ha…
Anyways, back to today!
I trudged out of bed and, still in my jammies, went down for breakfast. As soon as my
foot hit the freezing tile floor, I had something like a spaz-attack. Fully awake, I
sped into the kitchen, got some Cocoa Munchies, and started to eat.
“Wah wak so earlib?” I asked with a mouthful of munchies.
My mom, being used to this and understanding perfectly, answered “Didn’t I tell
you last night? Your awake because Fred and George invited you to stay at the Leaky
Cauldron with them until Hogwarts start.”
After finishing up my munchies, I climbed back upstairs, making sure I didn’t wake
my older sister, whom I share the room with. I turned on a night light and started
packing. After loading some random items and clothes in my trunk, I pulled off my
pajamas and put on a Sesame Street shirt, plaid shorts, and my low top brown
converses with mismatched socks. I pulled my hair up in a low pony tail with a
spotted green bow quickly and heaved my trunk back down stairs.
Mom, waiting for me by the fireplace, had a little flowerpot. Inside was a green
“What’s that?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Floo powder,” Mom answered, “It’s supposed to transfer you to any fireplace
or something; that’s what Mrs. Weasley wrote in the letter at least. She sent
this.” She held up the flowerpot.
“Do you know how it works?”
“Well she said throw it…” she trailed off and looked up at me. She smiled
evilly and threw some in my face.
“MOM!!!” I yelled, rubbing the powder out of my eyes.
“Sorry… It was just so tempting.” My mom giggled like a preppy school girl.
The noise woke my sister. She came yawning down the stairs.
“Learning to travel.”
“I dunno. Mom, any luck?”
“I know how to do it!” Mom rolled her eyes, “I was just kidding.”
“And how old are you turning this year? Seven?”
“Shut up and get in that fireplace,” Mom commanded. I muttered a “Yes Master”
and looked at out fireplace. It wasn’t exactly the type to climb into. It had a
small opening, able to fit probably two of our medium sized dogs on top of each
other. Since it was the only way, I started to climb in. Starting with my head, I
managed to wriggle my way through the mouth. I stood up in the dusty chimney.
“Okay,” I coughed through the soot, “I’m in! Send in Piglet!”
My black cat got pushed into the fireplace. When he tried to make his escape, I
quickly grabbed him. At first, he was very squeamish to be in such a small place. He
eventually gave up though. I placed him on my shoulder like a parrot.
Before I knew it, my mom managed to squeeze my trunk in the small space left. She
shoved the flower pot at me from below, which I manage to grab. (This was hard
because I could exactly bend down.)
“Now what?” I yelled, grabbing the flowerpot.
“Well you get a handful of the powder, yell out where you want to go, VERY
CLEARLY,” she added, “and ZAP! You’re there! …I guess…” Her voice trailed
Following her directions, I seized a fistful. Then I shouted as clear as I could,
which meant a nose full of soot might I add, “LEAKY CAULDRON!”
“Finally, we got rid of her,” my sister’s voice said. I interrupted with an
“Oh, you’re still here.”
“Try throwing it down as you say it!” Mom repeated, “and don’t forget to grab
“Fine, if I must,” I said sarcastically.
I added to the previous handful and took in another breathe (More soot. Yay…).
“Leaky Cauldron!” I threw it down. The next thing I knew, I felt like I was going
through a time warp. I slid down what looked and felt like a drain pipe, spinning at
top speed. Engulfed in green flames (that didn’t sting) I tucked in my elbows
immediately when they started hitting the sides. I couldn’t hear my cat’s yelps
because there was a deafening roar as I slid. I could feel my trunk grinding on the
edges of the pipe.
Suddenly, as quick as it came, I was spit out of the drain-like thing onto a cold
hard floor. I must’ve let go of my trunk when I flew out because it had spewed
everything onto the ground. My cat, obviously as dizzy as I was, walked in a
topsy-turvy manner over to my trunk. He landed on some clothes and simply threw up.
“Thanks Pig,” I groaned, “I really needed that.”
Being the grudge holding cat he was, Piglet laid down on my clothes, ignoring the
barf, with his butt towards me. I knew this meant he wouldn’t be talking to me for
a few days (except for at meal times) for making him go through with that.
As I got up to gather my junk, I noticed a few early-risers were watching me. I
grinned a goofy smile and waved uncontrollably, saying something about birds and
worms. After they got weirded out enough to look away, I picked up my reluctant cat,
who had clawed to a pair of underwear and had brought them up with him. I quickly
grabbed the undies, feeling my face get warm. After setting him on the table in front
of us, I parted the clean from the throw up clothes and threw them in my trunk. The
now “dirty-afied” clothes were thrown into a pillowcase I had brought along. I
tied the opened end and flung it over my shoulder. I rolled my trunk (now with Piglet
on it) to the front desk and rang the bell.
A toothless smiling man came to the desk. He introduced himself as Tom the Innkeeper
and asked me what I needed.
“My friends, the Weasleys, invited me to stay here with them. So I’m going to
need a room close to theirs.”
“Ah, I’ve got one left. It right next to them, too,” he stated,
He levitated my trunk up some stairs and down a long hallway. We were almost to the
end when he stopped in front of B23. He unlocked and held open the door as I strolled
in. This sure beats sharing a hotel room with my family, I thought, taking in that I
finally got to have a queen-sized bed all to myself. Tom gave me the key. Gave a last
“Have a nice day,” and left, closing the door.
And that’s where I am now. Sprawled across the bed listening to other early-birds
rising, opening and closing doors to get to the lobby for their morning coffee before
heading off to work. It’s about 5am now. I think I’ll get a last 3 hour shut eye
before knocking on all the doors to find Fred and George. Then maybe I’ll find Mr.
Weasley too. He could get this barf off my clothes, seeing I can’t do magic outside
of school- YET.
Well now I’m off to dream land! TTFN! Tata for now!
~♥~ Lizzie A. Langer
P.S. Moral of this morning’s diary entry: Never bring a cat and a trunk while
you’re going through the Floo Traveling System.
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