This Winter

I shoot some magic at a passing Gringotts goblin. “I think I’d be enjoying this more if I could be someone cool like Mrs Weasley. Or Dobby.”

“Well, I’m not swapping you, Hagrid.”

“Do we get to battle some Dementors soon?”

“We’re only on the first book.”

“Wow.”

Charlie laughs at me. “So impatient.”

I end up wearing the only skirt that I own, which is grey, with a collared shirt and jumper. I have this problem where I literally do not ever wear any outfits that do not involve jeans. It’s not like I ever go anywhere I need to dress up for since I am pretty much the most unsociable person ever to grace the earth. But I do manage to brush my hair, which is probably the first time I’ve done that this entire holiday. Ten points to me.