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Buckets of water, one sock, and Sirius Black
Turning and walking back over to the book that I’ve set down about to write my latest escapades with Sirius and his lot of mindless idiots, I glance down with a large frown. I just stepped in a puddle. What’s worse is that it was only one sock.
Dinner Parties and Patheticness
‘D’you often admire yourself in house-hold appliances?’ Caught. Time for damage control.
Balcony, bushes, and brooms
‘Get out!’ I snap. ‘Go find your friends and have a nice life, and stay out of mine!’ He chuckles at me. Jerk. I grab the diary and throw it, cringing as it lands god knows where, I just hope it didn’t land in a puddle. Pushing him through the boundaries of the door, I shut them firmly behind me.
The big bad bug
‘Where is the big bad bug, Asher?’ James’ mocks looking around. I see it at his feet suddenly, glad that he’s already tossed my clothes out to me.
Entrance of the girl called Lizzie
‘So, looks like we are neighbors!’ She says, thank god for at least one sane person on this entire beach. ‘How long are you staying?’ She asks.
Of Distorted Castles and Glass Panes
‘Your not as good looking as you think you, and you’ve got horrible hair.’ I tell him, turning around and looking down at him. His face goes to one that is of pure horror. Grabbing Henry, whose proved useful with the sand and everything, I dump the beach water that is in it on Sirius.
Oh MacDonald had a farm...
‘I’m Lizzie.’ She introduces herself in a smooth voice. I must say she’s handling herself very well around Cindy. Quite impressive, if you ask me.
Battle: Plastic Wrap
I rolled over and heard small sniggers. Putting it up to nothing, I remember muttering something about the Gnomes. From there, everything went hazy and I fell into a blissful slumber.
The navigations of Christopher Columbus
‘Um, I hate to be the one to tell you, but I didn’t do anything.’ Lizzie says looking at them. They know that she’s right and they grumble.
Releasing the Marauder's secret Possessions
‘What do you need me to do?’ She asks, a glint in her eyes.
Raccoon with Rabies
“Where’d it go?” He asked, and before I could utter a single word, Lizzie voiced up.
Interaction with the Devil
“No, it’s not the frizz-control that I want. You’ve helped me realize something.” He states, his voice full of unrivaled happiness.
What Must Become
“Asher, you’re an idiot.” She finally says.
Shirtless Boys, Castle Making Toys, and Hallway Showdowns
“I will, give me a minute. Get off of me! Stop… Hitting… Me… With… That… Bloody… Shovel!” I gritted out, making desperate attempts at grabbing the little yellow spear of death. It hurt like hell against my leg. I mean, who the hell gives such young kids instruments that hurt so much.
“We can’t let it go too far… got to anchor it.”
Making Maps and Plotting Plans
“You forgot something on Cindy’s face.” I commented lightly, pointing to her figure on the board. Quickly, Sirius picked up a crayon and looked at her and then back at me.
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