It has been four hours and twenty eight minutes since Mother and Brooke went out shopping. Mother wanted to get her some new clothes before we go back to school. She wanted ‘girl time’. I don’t need to tell you how much that aggravates me. There is nothing to do in this bloody house without Brooke. Father is at work, and our little sister is not what I would call fun. I spent the first two hours placing hexes on the sugar bowl and gravy boat and watching them fight until one shattered and I had to repair it. It was much like watching that stupid muggle past time of wrestling. They actually think things like wrestling and football are real sports. Those are nothing compared to Quidditch. If they only knew.
Four hours and thirty six minutes. I tried repacking my trunk again, checking that my broom was secure and my bat was in there. Last year at Hogwarts. I guess I should ask Brooke what the plans are for after graduation. Mum and Dad have offered us plenty of options, but in the end it is up to her. Her safety and happiness are always my first order of business. I hope there are no stupid vile wizards trying to hit on her while she’s out shopping now. I’ll knock their blinkin’ blocks off. There are hard parts to having a beautiful sister. She is a princess, and she deserves a prince, which means she deserves someone from our side, our way of life, a pure young man who would not dream to harm her. I will have final say on this, of course. Where this should be a father’s job I take my place, for a twin is much closer than a father could ever be.
Four hours and forty three minutes. I expect they shall be home soon. How long can women shop, anyhow? I never understood how it could take so long for Brooke to get ready or pick out her clothes. Yes, I care about how I look, but I don’t think it takes that much thought to pick out one outfit. Then again, I am not a female, thank Voldemort.
Four hours and forty six minutes. This is ridiculous. They have been gone far too long. Maybe they forgot something and had to travel back before they even got home? Who knows? Women, can’t live with them, can’t live without them. Wish our schedules would get here. I need to know how many classes we have together, and where we’ll be at each block so we both know where the other is. It is our way. Speaking of where the other is….
Four hours and fifty two minutes. That’s it. I’m going to find them.