Fifth Disaster |Harry Potter|

1.

TODAY was my birthday.

My eyes opened before my alarm which sucked but I had been really, really excited for this day. Not every day you turned eleven. It really wasn't a special for everyone, but my birthdays were always special in my family.

They totally allowed me to have fun without grounding me. My brother Mike, dreaded for May 12th every year since I could walk and talk. He was the main target of my pranks.

Yes, I love pranks. I hate boredom.

I can't stay still for long periods of time, and I get distracted easily. Unless it is something I like to do. Sometimes I can talk and talk and talk until people leave me alone because I annoyed them. Mum says she wished I was born with an off switch when this happened.

I threw the blankets away from me, my hair a complete mess, sticking to my face and to the corner of my mouth where I probably drooled while sleeping. I wiped my mouth, spiting the annoying strands of hair from my mouth and I looked at my clock.

6:20 AM. Five minutes before my alarm. Not bad. Annoying that I couldn't sleep more. Once I woke up, I was never able to sleep again. It was like my body was filled with energy that it didn't allow me to close my eyes. If I did, the buzzing energy made me open them again.

And why would I want to sleep if I had the entire day to have fun???

~8~

I was silent and surprisingly successful in making my way down the kitchen, all the time giggling under my breath, acting like a spy to make sure my mom and dad wouldn't wake up.

My room, a bathroom and my brother's room were on the second floor. Mom and dad had chosen the only room on the first floor, next to my dad's studio. They were boring and I think lazy for not wanting to climb the stairs every day.

I looked at the photographs hanging in the pale green hallway wall next to the kitchen, a small smile playing on my lips as I squinted at the photographs. Some are from family events that I don't remember much, considering my mom's parents were long gone since a few years ago and her brother moved all the way from London to America. It totally had nothing to do with my cousin's pretty long hair having to be cut off due to a little prank gone wrong at her eight birthday party.

In my defense, the lady at the shop told me the substance could be washed off without no consequences. I didn't pay attention when she had told me to make sure it didn't touch the eyes or the hair.

Oh, well. Accidents happen.

I chuckled slightly at the photo of my cousin Jesse and I sitting in front of her cake. Her blonde hair had some sort of green substance dripping, and her eyes were puffy while I had a toothy, beaming smile.

"Sorry, Jesse" I murmured, brows furrowing in slight guilt. Her mom had been furious at me. I remember saying that it wasn't my intention to hurt her that much. Jesse loved my pranks after all! I had told her that I would prank her as a birthday present and she agreed. I would have never done that if she told me she didn't want me to prank her. I wasn't that mean.

I sighed, shaking my head. I missed Jesse. She didn't mind the oddities happening around me while we were growing up. I turned away from the photos, walking straight to the fridge, my smile growing so big I could compare it with the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

I opened the fridge, my large hazel brown eyes looking for something, shouting in triumph, immediately covering my mouth, cringing at the loud noise, giggling under my hand as I grabbed what I was looking for, slamming shut the fridge.

"Got you, my precious" I murmured lovingly, playfully petting the objects I grabbed. An egg, a knife and a bottle of strawberry jelly. I ran all the way back up the stairs, my feet freezing as I didn't put socks on which I totally regretted by the way.