All but one more

Spook and Scare/Chistmas Cheer

It was Halloween day. The castle was alive and had a more magical aura than usual, and it elevated my magic skills. There was excitement in the air, and George, Fred and I ware playing pranks everywhere. Our favourite went like this:

We were handing out muggle lollipops, from my home. I was able to contact my house and get some. We dipped them in a simple love potion, although it's Halloween and not valentines. We were having fun with the students, until everything got better.

It went like this: to get in Dumbledore's office, you have to say a muggle candy for a password, right? He must have a sweet spot for muggle candy. He walked up to us, and took one. Snape walked up behind us, and Dumbledore popped the lollipop into his mouth.

The first person he looked at, was Snape. I sort of felt bad for him, because he was my favourite teacher. I still laughed even if it was gross, and I am thinking what Dumbledore would've looked like when the potion wore off. We still had our fun, and they never found out. It was great.

The day went by quickly. Classes were very enjoyable and we did lots of stuff. In potions, Snape taught us how to make a orange brew, nothing to do with potions. He was giving me, George, and Fred funny looks. I was worried he figured out what happened earlier that day, but he said nothing.

I visited Hagrid today, where we talked about stuff while the mid autumn air blew. The pumpkins outside were half harvested to make Jack o lanterns for the school. The other half were harvested for juices and pies.

When I left to find my brothers, obviously that nagging feeling was inside my head, something that wasn't me. A great hate. I ignored it, and it left me alone for the rest of the day.

Back in the castle, we ate tons of food for supper, or dinner. Whatever floats your boat! It was full of Turkey's, hams, and pumpkin, although thanksgiving was still in the future. I don't even know when English people's thanksgiving is, cause I'm Canadian. In Canada, we would've already had ours, but I don't even know if Britain has one!

In the common room, some of the older students brought butterbeer from a wizard village I also didn't know of, hogsmade. The butterbeer was delicious, and it was my first time trying it.

Soon everyone started fading away, and Fred, George, and I were the only ones left, talking about random things. We were up late, and classes were still tomorrow, but it was us, and we didn't really care.

It was one of the best memories I'd ever had.

Christmas cheer (Another chapter!)

School passes by quickly, when you don't check the time. Yes, over the past few months I've Ben having little problems, but nothing big, although my eyes were still two different odd hues.

But now, it's Christmas, and I can't really let that get me down. Right now, we are on the maroon train heading to platform 9 3/4, Kings Cross Station, where our parents will pick us up. In our cabin was Lee Jordan, me, myself, and I, and those other two, whatever their names are.

We also had a visit from Daina, who was staying in her grandparents summer house with her parents. There were many more people going home, not many were staying, but the train still felt quieter and emptier than usual, so obviously, we filled it full of laughter.

Not soon enough, the train pulled into platform 9 3/4, and we practically ran off, our luggage that we chose to bring, already magically with our parents. They greeted us with warm hugs and shuddering, kisses.

At home, the air was full of fresh baked food, and there was the hint of frosty air to it. I greeted Ginny, who answered with a playful NO! and ran off.

"She's nuts in the head," Ron said, noting Ginny's behaviour.

"Says you?" I say, "be nice to you'd sister."

He walks off scowling. Mom and dad were in the kitchen getting ready, and I walk up to my adjoining room, where Fred and George, in the short time, mustered to make a mess of my room while they were in their own room.

"Whoops?" Fred said. A few months ago, he would be half dead on the floor, but I rolled my eyes and started to clean.

"Family meeting!" We hear dad call, and we raced town the stairs, pushing and yelling the whole way.

In the cramped living room, dad held up from behind his back a snitch, and said, "Quidditch?"

The one word sent the whole family flying outside, except for mom, and racing to the broom shed. Bill got there first, then Charlie, then I did, far ahead of Percy.

It was great. I was a chaser, not even mentioning how many points I scored. I was just that good. Our team ended up winning that day, no reason why, you would think. But it was growing late, and our seekers were playing pretty badly, so we had to quit.

But when we ended, and the gloom that fell over when when we did, wasn't topped by the smell that sort of hit us when we walked in the door. It was pretty obvious it was time to eat, and like always, it tasted the best.

Desert came, and we were all stuffed. Moving to the fireplace, stories were told from the book The Tales of Beetle The Bard, and we all listened intently. At the end of the tale, Ginny and Ron were put to bed, and our parents confined us to our rooms, where we started packing again. We only had two more days at home.

We talked all night, and into dawn where are red hair looked like fire in the light.

I knew it was the best Christmas I ever had.