Friday, June 30, 2023

I wasn't sure why at the time, but today Grandma Molly and Grandpa Arthur met us kids at the train. Grandma handed each of us a parcel wrapped in brown parchment and informed us that we weren't to open them until supper. Then they gave out hugs and kisses and Apparated away.

It was the oddest thing.

It only got odder when Lily, James, and I opened our packages at supper after telling Mum and Dad how school was this term. We found a book and a letter inside. The letter explained everything. Apparently, Grandma and Grandpa both turned seventy-five this year and are celebrating their fifty-fifth wedding anniversary this summer. So they are dragging all of their kids and grandkids and great-grandkids halfway around the world to some all-inclusive wizarding resort. Well, it's not halfway around the world, but it is all the way across the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of the United States of America.

Even better, we are supposed to write about everything we do in the books. Honestly, does Grandma think I'm a girl? Diaries are so... girly. Not to mention, school's out for the summer. I was planning on putting the books and quills away till fall! I get enough of teachers and essays and assignments in school, and I just know she's going to want to know if I wrote in it too. And I cannot lie for anything. So I'm going to have to write in it... you... the book this writing it in. Whatever.

This isn't going to be a diary or a journal though! I'll just write... letters to myself, in the future. Like a time-memory spell where you copy your memory and lock it away in wizardspace until ten or twenty years in the future. Which isn't girly. At all.

I feel like an idiot for talking to myself in a book.

Saturday, July 1, 2023

It's not fair! James's graduation gift is that he gets to bring his girlfriend on the trip. I wish I could bring someone on the trip. Even one of the guys from my dorm, would be better than being stuck with all the little kids. Yuck. I'm probably going to have to babysit all of them the whole trip. And now James's girlfriend is over here bugging all of us while we pack because she

Whoa. I just got the most awesome blackmail material on James. I'm sitting here, writing in this silly book, and listening to Levana Longbottom berate James over his choice of clothes for the trip. And then she opened his underwear drawer and pulls out a pair of girl's underwear apparently because James smirked (I could hear it in his voice) and he goes, "I told you. I still have your underwear."

And then Levana replied, "I still have your virginity."

I knew James was lying when he told me he had sex as a fourth year! Here I was thinking I was all immature because I haven't had a girlfriend yet, and James was lying completely because he and Levana didn't even start dating until six months ago. Ha! Git. And his comeback was, "Would you shut up?"

Idiot!

Geeze. Mum's calling. Apparently she needs my help packing because James is busy with Levana and Lily is flooing Rose to discuss beach outfits. I wish my siblings were less self-absorbed.

Later

Arg! I hate fighting with people (except James). Mum and I really got into it just now though. When I complained that I wanted to take someone along, she asked why, "Rose is going, who else would you want to take?"

I dunno, Mum, maybe someone who won't insult my intelligence every ten minutes? I love Rose, really, she's my cousin after all. Loving someone doesn't mean I have to like them though. She so uppity, always hanging out with the Ravenclaws even though she's a Gryffindor like me.

She used to be my best friend. Ever since third year we have been growing apart, and now she barely talks to me. I don't really have any other close friends, so I don't know why she just abandoned me like that.

Never mind, I'm being girly. What's this with confessing my feelings to books? Ick.

But Mum got mad at me when I called Rose a prat. It's not even like I used any cuss words! So I screamed at her for being unfair and she screamed at me for screaming at her. And then Dad came in and murmured at the both of us to calm down and go back to packing. So we did.

I don't know how he does it, but Dad can always calm me down. I inherited Dad's looks and Mum's personality. Mum and I both have horrid tempers, so she and I clash a lot. Dad and Lily are both pretty even tempered, so I get along well with them. And James is just an idiot, so I put up with him. Neither Lily nor James can calm me and Mum down when we start fighting. Dad's the only one who knows how to keep us calm.

Still, as soon as Dad left the room, we started arguing again. Luckily Lily finally got out of the floo then and came to help Mum pack, so I was allowed to escape. Only now I have to pack up my own stuff because we are leaving tonight. Arg!

I wonder if we are flooing or portkeying...

Even Later

Do you know where I am right now? No, probably not. You'll never guess either. I'm on an airplane. One of those stupid tin cans that Muggles think are proper transportation. Grandpa decided he wanted to do some Muggle stuff on the vacation, so instead of buying international Floo powder or a long-distance Portkey, we are miles up in the sky, suspended far above the ground by metal. Does anyone but me realize that metal is heavy and doesn't float? No, they are all busy peering out the window at the ground.

I don't know why they are bothering to look. There's nobody on the road and there's nobody on the beach. That little lake down there is empty, as are all of the streets. That's because it's getting late and the sun is going down alone. There's no moon tonight. And even if there was we are hundreds of miles above the ground, so all they can see is patches of color anyway!

We've been flying for two hours already and we have another six to go. The airplane woman passed out little tiny pillows that would only fit a house-elf's head about twenty minutes ago, and some liquor for the adults. James asked for some, but the woman wouldn't give him any because it's an American flight and they won't let you drink until you are twenty or something. Americans are odd.

I'm getting sleepy and I'm tired of listening to James tell Levana that Crumple-Horned Snorkacks do not attack planes. Goodnight.

Sunday, July 2, 2023

So we are finally at Bermuda Bliss. Apparently there is no airport on the island, so we took a roomkey (they invented this thing in America where you stand in a room and the whole room ports to wherever you want it to. The walls don't move though, just everything in them. It's freaky.) to the resort. It's somewhere is the Bermuda Triangle, which is a slice of the ocean that has natural Muggle repelling properties, so almost everything here is wizard-owned. It's pretty cool actually; I've never seen so many wizards in one place at the same time, not even at Hogwarts or a professional Quidditch match.

The resort is huge. The brochure I picked up while we were checking-in says they can accommodate two-thousand wizards on this island. They even have three more resorts like this on neighboring islands that hold more people than that! It's crazy. The resort is really cool though, a lot cooler than I thought it would be. There is actually an activity group for each of the little kids' age groups and one for us teens, so I won't have to spend the whole summer with the babies. The teen thing has some stupid sounding activities, but whatever, it's better than babysitting.

They are shot off fireworks tonight. Apparently they get a lot of customers from America and Canada, so they are lighting off fireworks every night from July 1 through July 4 so that they can have their national holidays even when they aren't in their nations. I don't care about someone else's independence day thing, but the fireworks were awesome. They weren't Weasley Whiz-bangs though, so they weren't the best I've ever seen, but they had a cool flag one for Canada tonight. I'm guessing there will be a flag for America tomorrow.

I don't really care. I'm going to bed. James is making out with Levana on the balcony and Hugo and Louis are trying to break into the mini-bar, so there isn't anything to talk to but this book. Obviously, I must be bored if I'm writing in it this much.

Monday, July 3, 2023

Merlin. It's just my luck that out of all the wizarding resorts in the world, Scorpius Malfoy had to show up at this one. What, did they run a special for English wizards? Arg! I went to the teen are today where they were doing a hang about day and playing Muggle games and stuff, and right after I walked in and introduced myself to the guy in charge in comes Malfoy. He's a snotty as he is at school and refuses to talk to me for at least an hour, talking to all of the other kids while I played the Muggle video games (which are strangely addictive.) Finally, he acts like he's just noticed me, and he comes over and starts asking me what I'm doing at the resort, like he wants to be mates. What the hell?

So I kept ignoring him and finally he frowns and says, "What does a boy have to do to impress you?"

So I just smirked (at least, I hope I smirked… I'm not sure if I know how to smirk properly.) at him and said, "Well, it involves a feather boa and the theme to A Summer Place. I can't discuss it here." And the pansy blushed! He blushed! Honestly, all I meant was that I was impressed by Guy Coote's drunken dancing after Gryffindor won the last House Cup because I've always wanted to be able to dance without feeling like I'm going to be laughed at.

I bet he was thinking something kinky. Eww. I'm not going back to the teen thing now.

Tuesday, July 4, 2023

I went back to the teen thing. Mum and Dad made me. I told them I didn't want to go back and Mum accused me of being antisocial. I said (well, hollered) that I'm not antisocial, I just don't like people. So she called me a smart-ass. Which upset me and I was just about ready to yell at her when Dad steps in and says to calm down again. Why won't he just let us fight? He said I had to go back because he didn't want me running around unsupervised.

Finally I tried to tell them that I didn't want to go back because of Malfoy. Dad turned a bit green and told me I didn't have to go back, and I was about ready to celebrate when Mum gave him the look and he told me I had to go back. Not fair! Maybe I want to be antisocial!

I went back to the teen thing though, and they told us we were all going to the beach. Then they transfigured all of our clothing into bathing suits so we couldn't say no. It was actually pretty fun. There was a nice breeze blowing and the sun was out, so it was warm, but not hot. We played a Muggle game called beach volleyball, which I sucked at but everyone else did too.

Malfoy kept trying to talk to me though, and it ruined my whole day. He was acting all uppity and trying to stay out of the sun. I laughed so hard when I told he he was getting freckles and he actually went to the bathroom to go look in the mirror and check. Seriously, can you get any more pathetic?

We ended up having a semi-normal conversation about Quidditch though, since that's what the teen group is supposed to do tomorrow. I didn't even realize it for almost ten minutes, and when I figured out that we were talking nicely, I insulted his hair so that he would go away. The baby looked like he was going to cry, but at least he went away.

This was the last night for fireworks, but I didn't watch them. For some reason they made me think of Malfoy and how his face had twisted up when I insulted him. Maybe it was because the white ones were the same color as his hair? I don't know; I don't care! He's just a ponce. That's all.

Wednesday, July 5, 2023

That freaking Malfoy made a total fool out of me today! We were on opposite teams for Quidditch, both of us playing Chaser, and he kept brushing up against me in mid-air to startle me and make me drop the ball. It made me hard, and I don't know why. Grandma Molly is not allowed to read this. Ever.

To make it even worse though, he was talking to Rose when I showed up at the group, and then he abandoned her to come bother me. I told him to fuck off because I was going to beat him, and he goes, "Put your cards on the table."

I laughed and said, "Do you really thing I'm going to fold that easily?"

He grinned and said, "I can see the future. I'm going to win your soul."

And then they started choosing teams. We ended up on opposite ones, of course, and started playing. Then he started touching me! He would reach out an arm to touch my sleeve and blame it on a bug being on my arm. Or he'd brush his whole body past mine, trying to get the Quaffle. It was horrible! I hated every minute of it, and I couldn't concentrate because I was so hot he was being so rude!

So, he's cheating and distracting me, and his team ends up winning and he tells me, "I can play you like a puppet."

I could have screamed! What the hell does he want from me?

I'm never writing in this book again either. I sound so stupid. Ick. I'm not a girl! Really!

Arg!