All but one more

Life moves on

My room was barely big enough to hold all my stuff. Really, it almost makes you think I have to much stuff! But really, who has ever heard of that? I think there's no such thing.

The other day, I learned the sport of Quidditch. It was amazing, and I am better playing that, than playing softball, my best sport. I was a chaser. It was amazing. They say the broomsticks were slow, the only thing is that I agreed with them.

School started in a few days, and we still haven't got our supplies, but mom promised tomorrow. I wondered where you'd get them from? Tomorrow we will go shopping for unimaginable, impossible to get things. Whatever! If that's life, I'm fine with it.

Back in my room, I turned on my iPad.

Message from mom the screen said. I opened it up.

How are you doing? She asked. Why would I type back? There's no reason to.

I exited the app and opened up fnaf 2. I made it to night six. I literally tried about fifty times, but foxy the fox (no duh), always gets me. He's sooo annoying! The exception is that he's my favorite though. I started the game.

The office was old and boring. I had no teddy bears, of course, because I can't beat flipping night six! It's annoying. I opened up the monitor to prize corner and winded the box up. I closed the monitor and flashed the hallway. Of course, foxy was there. I flashed him a couple of times then wound up the music box again. I check both hall lights. Nothing. I check the hallway, old Bonnie was standing there, but I ignored him. I pulled up the monitor again and wound up the box. I closed it, checked the hallway, but foxy was there, again! I flashed him. Old Bonnie was still standing there. I checked the vent lights. Ballon boy. I put on the fredy mask and listened for the audio clue. He's gone, but the music box was getting low, sadly. I wound it up. Pulling the screen down, old Bonnie was in the office! I put on the mask hoping it would disappear, hoping I was fast enough. But the music box was getting low again. I wound it up, but in the middle, old chica pulled it down! I put on the Freddy hat, hoping to look enough like a animatronic suit, and it would leave me alone. It did. I wound up the music box and, Crap! I forgot completely about foxy! To late now though, I think as I shut off the iPad.

Sigh. I am completely utterly bored. I decided to go see what everyone was doing. I knew where Fred and George were, there were explosions in the room beside me. I looked out a window. Mom was outside with everyone else, so I decided to see what Fred and George were doing. I entered the room.

"What." Fred complained.

"Whatshya doin?" I ask.

"Why?" George wonders.

"Because I can. Got anything better?" They stared at me.

"Maybe I do!" Said Fred, about a minute later.

"Well, your to late for that!" I exclaim. "Like I'll leave now." That shut them up.

"So, what are you doing?" It sounded more like a demand then a question.

"We're"

"Making"

"Teddy"

"Bears!" they finish together. I'm surprised I understood them! I guess that's what you get when your triplets.

"What for?" I ask.

"They make weird noises and blow off a weird stench when you press a button," George answered. Then he pressed the button on the second teddy bear.

Let's just say it didn't go well. You know how plans sometimes fail? Well, I'll say that's what happened. Our red hair is now practically singed. See? Not good. At all. After that all I could smell is gunpowder. Not very pleasant, right?

"Well, that idea didn't go well!" Fred exclaimed.

"That was..." I began to say.

"Wicked!" We all high five. That was pretty sweet to tell you the truth.

Ya know, I could get used to this! The thing is though, I guess I'll have to if I live with them.

Supper was delicious. We had turkey, and I gobbled it up, pun not intended. Literally, it was good!

Mom had to make a announcement, "We are going to diagon alley tomorrow!"

Everyone except for me, Ron and Ginny groaned. I don't even know what that is!

I was about to ask George, but he seemed to read my mind, "A place to buy all our stuff. It means school's starting soon."

Then I groaned.

Back in our connected rooms, we continued to work on the 'fart teddy bear', we sorta nicknamed it.

Now, I guess I am a true Weasely triplet, partner in crime, maker of pranks.

WICKED!!!!!