Today, at dinner, mum was talking about going to Edinburugh (or however you spelt it.) Being as bad at Geography as I am I asked, “Is that in Scotland?” Mum replied with yeah. My sister being as sarcastic as she is replied with “no, it’s in the northpole!” I ignored her and turned back to mum, “isn’t Scotland 5 hours away?” Mum replied with, “4-5 by car, yeah!” My sister obviously had more sarcasm left in her and replied with, “it’s impossible to get to the North Pole.” Being as annoyed I was, I thought I’d try out the sarcasm thing too, so I replied “Incorrect, if you have the Weasley flying car, nothing is impossible!” She replied back with, “you freak, that’s not cool, if you say that at school you’re going to get bullied.”
My conclusion:
So, if loving Harry Potter is freaky, then I’m the freakiest freak there ever us & I’d rather be hated from what I love, than loved from what I hate.
Me & My Sister.
