the marauders year one, did someone say pranks??

ugh, brother!!!

i get fluffle, my trunks and my brother. i got to get him downstairs two. 'brother, you come down stairs with me NOW or i might excidentally burn your posters!' i hear some stumbling and he comes out of his room. 'come, we have only half an hour left to eat!' i push him forward. 'i can walk you know?' he sais in a matter of factly way. 'i know, but you don't walk fast enough!' he then starts walking a whole lot faster. finally! i run after him, downstairs to get dresses and ready for take-of! 'how are you kids doing?' asks our dad when he enters the hallway. 'nervous and excited!' i get my jacket and my prada heels, i love my pretty heels, and my brother hates them so that's a win-win situation! put'em onans scream 'we're ready!' my dad grabs the car keys and helps us getting our trunks and fluffles cage in the back, while i have to share a seat with my brother. well poop. 'why you wearing those awful shoes, baby sis?' there we go again. 'one, i was born first, two, i like them, three, it's actually none of your buisness, baby brother.' i give him an innocent smile and he just glares. HA! 'come on kids, you'll probablely end up in the same house, so you'll have every lesson together, so keep it nice!' my dad says from the frond of the car. i know he's right, but i'm still afraid that i won't end up in the same house as my brother. but we'll now that in a couple of eight hours or some thing close to that. 'so, we're here.' my dad parks the car and helps us getting the trunks on trollies while he carries fluffle, who has done nothing but hissing and angry mauwing the whole way. but she's a cat, so, that must be normal. right?

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i'm so sorry for not updating for a month! i was ill and school still goes like CRAP! so i'll try to upload as much as i can! i had to put i le pretty prada's!