I woke up with a smile on my face. Why? I'm excited to finally be back in the wizarding world, even if it is for a short while. I stretch out my arms and legs, wincing when I worked out a couple kinks I had. Standing up I look over at the broken clock and see its 8:34, I chuck on a clean pair of sweats and an old shirt and make my way downstairs to make breakfast.
A little while later the Dursleys have come downstairs as they have awoken from their sleep to the smell of bacon. When they entered the kitchen they are greeted to the sight of a full dining table loaded with stacks and stacks of pancakes, strips of bacon, a mountain of toast and 2 platefuls of fried eggs that I had spent the last 20 minutes making.
Because Petunia has decided to go on a diet I decided to make her a fruit salad with a combination of raspberries, strawberries, kiwi fruit and blueberries. I have also made her a strawberry-banana smoothie. Without so much of a thank you, they take their seats. With the leftover pancake batter, I make a small stack of pancakes and a small bowl of mixed berries on the side.
Before I eat, I get myself a greek yoghurt from the fridge, and I combine the mixed berries and yoghurt together. After 15 minutes I finished eating and I washed all the Dursleys dishes. Once I'm back in my bedroom I try to put on an outfit that consists of old hand-me-down jeans that with a quick spell is fitting way better than what it used to be. I struggled a little bit with putting my shirt on than I realized my problem. I once again forgot about my wings. Using a pair of scissors I found lying around the room I make 2 long slits in the back of my shirt for my wings to go. As soon as I have stuck my shirt on I mutter 'celaverimus' and continue getting ready.
I walk downstairs to see my oh so lovely relatives and I'm greeted by the sight of Dudley watching TV, stuffing his mouth full with chips, it's a wonder his mouth hasn't burst open. Uncle Vernon isn't that better, what with crumbs of chips that seem to have totally avoided his mouth and has gone to take a rest in that thing he calls a moustache.
Aunt Petunia isn't even paying attention to the TV, she's just sitting in her favourite armchair that has been conveniently placed by the window. She has a magazine covering her face but even I can tell that she has lost interest in it and is peering through the window watching the neighbours go about their daily business. Luckily for her, she was given a particularly long neck which makes spying on others much easier but also makes her look like a giraffe. Between her neck and facial features, you would think she was a cross between a horse and a giraffe.
"Um, excuse me Aunt Petunia," I say a little timid.
"What is it boy, can't you see I'm busy" she replies.
"I just wanted to say that I will be going out today to go shopping in the wizarding world," I respond casually.
"BE QUIET BOY, WHAT IF THE NEIGHBOURS HEAR," Petunia screeches her face morphing into a look of fury.
"Alright, alright calm down, geesh," I mutter under my breath.
"DON'T BE SMART WITH ME BOY, I WON'T STAND FOR IT" she yells at me her face turning red. Closing my eyes I count to ten willing myself to be calmer and in control. What's that saying again? Oh yes, I remember now. It's stay cool, calm and collected. Taking the phrase to heart I open my eyes again and remember what I was there for.
"I just wanted to let you know that I will be leaving and to not expect me back until 5.30 pm."
While I was saying this I was slowly backing away from the woman and making my way out the doorway leading to the front door. Once I finished saying my piece I waited for the explosion that I knew was coming.
"OH NO YOU DON'T BOY, YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE TODAY. I HAVE GOT A LIST OF THINGS I WANT YOU TO DO TODAY, BOY," yelled Uncle Vernon coming to his wife's defence.
"Well I guess that's just gonna have to wait, doesn't it Uncle", I reply smirking smugly. I start to open the door and slowly inch my way out.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING, BO-", Vernon screams getting cut off by the slam of the front door signaling that the door had shut. I run out of the house chuckling uncontrollably at the face that Vernon had made, the face of complete utter shock with a hint of fury. Soon enough though I imagine that the hint of fury would escalate into full-blown anger.
I'm running down the street when I see an alleyway poking out between two stores. I hide in the shadows and take out my wand so that I can hold it out in front of me. With a pop, the Knight Bus appears in a swirl of purple and gold. I climb on board and I see it still the same teller as last time.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand, step on board, and we can take you where ever you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening." Then he seemed to notice who his customer would be today.
"How you doing today, Stan?", I ask with a grin on my face.
"Blimey! Is that you Neville?", Stan asks surprised.
Neville? What does Neville got to do with me? Oh right, I said I was Neville back in third year. I don't think Stan has caught on yet. Oh well, might as well play along.
"Yup, the one and only", I say with a grin.
"Good to see you again Neville, a ticket to Diagon Alley?".
"Yup got it right in one".
"That'll be eleven sickles. For firteen you get 'ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an 'ot-water bottle an' a toofbrush in the colour of your choice".
"No thanks Stan, I'll just be paying for the ticket", I reply handing over eleven sickles from the dragon skin pouch I have attached to my belt.
"Take a seat and we will soon be off".
Turning around I see that instead of the usual seats the Knight Bus has got rows of beds instead. I walk down the aisle until I find a bed that has been placed in the center of the bus. I lie down and get into a comfortable position. I can feel myself get slightly nauseous from remembering what happened last time. I grip onto the bar that has been conveniently placed in front of me and prepare myself for what is coming.
"Ready?", calls Stan.
Ready as i'll ever be, I guess. I hold on tight and try to prepare myself as well as possible, for the sure to be bumpy ride ahead.
Annd, done. Once again i have cut down the previous chapter into two. I realized how long they were getting and now i know 1000-1500 words is plenty.
-SilvertongueSneak
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