"You three have a lot of explaining to do!" My eyes widened as I saw Molly standing in the kitchen.
"Bu- uh, Auntie Molly! When did you get back?"
"Don't you Auntie Molly me young lady! I have been worried sick about you three! Sneaking off with out leaving a note or anything!"
"Actually mum-" George said.
"I don't want one word out of any of you! It's three o'clock in the morning you will go upstairs without waking the others and we will discuss your punishment tomorrow!"
"Molly, I'm really sorry but-"
"No buts! Upstairs now, all three of you!"
Fred, George, and I trudge upstairs wondering how and why she ame home so early. Quietly, I sneak into my bed so I won't wake Ginny and start to wonder. What if I had kissed Bobby, would Seamus find out? I mean, I didn't want to but then, maybe someone besides Ricky would accept me back home. It doesn't really matter though, I'll be lucky if I get to leave the house after this mess. Then, I start to wonder something else, what went wrong with all those people. They're all smoking and drinking. They hung out in graveyards for crying out loud! Would I be like them if I never left? After that thought, I fell asleep and had a frighten dream.
"Oh c'mon, Irish doesn't have to know." It was Bobby, we were back at the dance.
"Well," I thought I knew how this story played out, "I guess your right." I was wrong.
"That's what I thought."
Before I knew it, Bobby and I were going at it. Tongues and everything. Suddenly, Bobby and I apperated to King's Cross Station, Platform 9 3/4.
"Woah. Where the hell are we? What's going on?" Bobby said.
"Mary?" Seamus said, "Who is this?"
"Seamus! Er- I can explain."
"Ahh, so this is Irish," Bobby said, "What do you see in this guy McElroy?"
Suddenly, I melted into a tiny puddle and everyone was stepping on me and then scraping me off of their shoes.
"It was just a dream," I tell myself as I awaken covered in sweat, "A weird dream. A really weird dream."
As I look across the room, I see Ginny packing a bag.
"Where are you going?" I ask
"Mum said to pack all your things, we're going somewhere."
"Even my Hogwarts stuff?"
"Er- I don't know let me ask."
Ginny runs downstairs and I start packing a bag. Where could we be going? Is this a punishment for sneaking out? After most of my stuff is packed, I feel like I'm missing something. It was something important, that's for sure. Frantically, I look all around the room, in the closet, in my trunk, and when I look under the bed, I find the missing object. My wand! I haven't used this thing all summer, muster forgotten about it. I've never noticed how nice my wand is. Sycamore, 11 1/2 inches, Phoenix tail feather. It' really pretty too. It's got all these cool engravenings on it. I did t really get the hands on experience though. In America, there's this catalog where you order all you supplies. Robes, caldrouns, books and all that, but, there's a special wand catalog. You take a quiz and it asks you a bunch of random questions, then, you mail the quiz to a special wandmaker in Greece. When you arrive at school, you receive your wand as well. Anyways my wand, the engravings are really cool. There's these things, they look like numbers almost, and now that I look really closely, those numbers are my birthday! 07 31 80! Also it says fire, like my hair? How does my wand know so much about me? And then, as I look very closely, I see something very interesting on the bottom. Éirinn go Brách, Erin Go Bragh it the Americans. Also know as Ireland forever. That could have so many meanings in my life. Seamus, my Irish heritage. Could it be my future? There doesn't seem to be anything else on the wand except one phrase written so small it's hard to read. Pressing my wand up to my nose, I am finally able to read it.
