Of Magic and Mayhem

Entry 15: Still New.

I became more aware to this body, found out what my extent of power and just simple sins of mine were, I found out I had a thing for apples, I loved chocolate, and my mum would be heart broken that we no longer shared a favourite food. I hated chips and vinegar now.  I loved nibbles though. Any higher class food i enjoyed. I tried champange, I liked it.

Well, aren't I a recall to my father's 3rd regeration. I thought bitterly.

I mapped out all the grooves and curves of this new body and became familiar with how I liked to be handled.

I redecorated my room, though I kept friendship webs and my old baby things. I enjoyed looking at them.

I found out my accent was a tad American an Tad British and Very Sophisticated.

I was more dark and had little penchant for childish antics. Which, given if I ever got to see my old mates, was troublesome, because we were the Fred and Georges of this era. But if game, I could. But I loved a laugh.

Oh, well, isn't this a bit of nine. If it isn't I will cut my hair.

I liked when I talked to Clara, she was wise, and intelligent and quirky. She was brilliant and so beautiful too.

A day or two later, I found myself wanting to go visit the girls who forced her, my old self into an early grave. Poor little Donna-Rose the 1st. Such a fate. And I wanted to see what Rita Skeeter whipped up.

Well, she was dead, and she might be forgiving, but I know I wasn't...