The last couple of days have involved me doing two things. Reading Harry Potter #7 and sleeping. Today I couldn't sleep, even though I was constantly weary, because Harry Potter was down there. So, I read and read, and came upstairs feeling that I needed to accomplish something, but Harry's constant calling led me back downstairs to read another chapter. After finally finished, I fell asleep to easy my drowsiness.
There is something that happens when I read books, especially if I had been reading for quite a while. Sure, I have a feeling for adventure, but what is really odd is that I start picturing myself with the same writing style as that demonstrated in the book. As I woke up, I got to experience this. He slowly climbed the stairs, the sleep he had just woken from staying with him. His jaw had started hurting again, and he decided it was time for another pill.
He had woken from his mother's incessant calling, something about going to the fair. He felt more hostile than he should, and really felt that he'd rather sleep than go to any fair. But he knew that his family would really want him to go. His mother was jabbering something, and he didn't really register. Then his dad came out of his bedroom.
Tyson slowly turned away, and walked slower than even his melting eyelids would have allowed. His dad started, "Hey, you should go take pictures of the four wheeler. Aren't you going to take pictures of the four wheeler?" Tyson didn't respond, his dad had been asking about that four wheeler for a week. Why couldn't he take the pictures himself? Tyson never remembered about it anyway. He didn't respond, just walked in a zombie style. However, he couldn't help feeling bad about his poor attitude at the moment. He decided to blame it on his face, with such pain emanating from his scar.....
Er...uh, anyway, yeah, something like that. And Harry Potter is not quite as kind as I try to go for, so adapting to be like him subconsciously was a slight step backwards. So, I decided to go to the fair....
We got out of the car and started walking toward the entrance to the fair, and I took in my surroundings. People glanced about nervously, surely aware of the danger posed to them by the Death Eaters in their midst, especially if they made contact with an undesirable Mudblood. As we entered the fair gates, I noticed security officers, Ministry Officials, undoubtedly with a questionable allegiance. We made our way over to a man selling food, apparently high quality feed for many magical creatures. I didn't pay much attention, and decided to glance around, and see if there were any other Order members around. Across a field I could hear the sounds over a loudspeaker announcing the Rodeo, a type of humane edition of the Roman Colosseum's gladiator fights. Supposedly the twins were there, but I didn't know if I would see them.
The man had given my parents free samples, saying that he had, "eaten it himself!" (He actually did say that, about some dog food) Lightning cracked overhead, a storm had been moving in, and with it a foreboding that You-Know-Who was bringing it with him. We walked amongst all types of shops; Transfiguration Orbs, spinning in the air, were dazzling; a centrally located booth had a team of wizard aiming to sell that they could remove buildup caused by a corrigible type of potion storage. We walked into a display of creations from students. As we were there, it began to downpour. It was an excellent implementation of curfew, as the rain caused all the groups to huddle together, and would impede any Order members from communicating. The few who moved about could easily be tracked and their identities noticed. With the amount of lighting, even an invisible person would have difficulty crossing without the splashing rain being noticed. Voldemort was very clever indeed....
OK, it was better before, when I was actually there, at first I was coming up with so many Harry Potter connections it was hilarious. It was entertaining, anyway, and the rain was refreshing. Anyway, just wanted to test out my writing, partially the reason I made this blog; so that when I got the wanting to write something, it wouldn't be to hard.
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