Vic, Teddy, miscellaneous lovelies who have no plans for Christmas Eve! You're all welcome over to my place for dinner and assorted games. Please tell me someone is better at Catchphrase than me, and by that I mean actually slightly less terrible.
So Thanksgiving is next week, oui? This was the year that Louis was supposedly old enough to come to the big city for the parade and now that's down the toilet :(
Happy people please volunteer to come to the tourist trap that's the Thanksgiving Day Parade in NYC. I'll buy you hot chocolate and soft pretzels.
I remember reading about alternate realities once, but I never fathomed that I'd be dropped in the Pacific Ocean years in the future, told I was fictional, and given my own mobile all before my first cup of tea. That seems more like something that would happen to Harry or Ron, but, if I'm being honest, one of them would probably forget something important and I'd have to follow them through anyway.
Alright, so I'm going to close my eyes and when I open them again, I'm going to be a 10, still have my wand and not have my hair frizz up like some preteen nightmare.