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Clematis is white, it’s a white flower. It’s not my favourite flower. I think I like lilies and petunias a lot more. There isn’t much I can tell about those flowers, I've never seen any. I wonder if they grow in my area at all. When I hear the name, my brain goes to white, although they’re most definitely not white but to me they are. What was I made for.
“Evans, have you done the homework?”
We never have meaningful conversations. I’m stuck in my head. I have not done the work, or I did, I don’t know. I do my homework but I never remember where I put it afterwards. I wonder if I don’t burn it right after. My body and mind have never been connected, I could never tell you anything, for I wasn’t there in the first place.
The date is September 25, it’s Hogsmeade Weekend. I managed to sneak a small radio under my bed and about seven days ago the Undisputed Truth came out with ‘Smiling Faces Sometimes’. I haven’t told anyone I listen to muggle songs but I’m guessing people would know since i’m from these types of families too. I wonder if Mum would appreciate me listening to that music. She gave me some money, I had to ask Professor McGonagall about it. I didn’t know I had to convert the money because wizards want to feel original by having their own type of money.
The look of bewilderment on her face was strange. She didn't say it, but I understood that it wasn't her responsibility to do so. Minerva McGonagall is a tall woman, as tall as I could see because I was still short. At least I had taken the time to ask her before the Hogsmeade trip. I saw some people ask her on the same day.
It was a small village, nothing more. Although you could tell it was magical, there wasn’t much to it. I wondered if you could get there by walking; It was near the Hogwarts’ train, it couldn’t be that far. I entered the first shop I saw. I just didn’t want to step into one with too many people. Unfortunately, there were, in fact, many, many people. They were hidden behind shelves, the store was as big as it could get. I looked around for a bit and tried to avoid most people.
For reference, I do not hate people, I don’t understand people, yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want them around. It’s very loud in the store that’s why.
“You should try the chocolates” Uh?
A guy next to me said that. Pretty looking, nothing more. Did he have curly hair or did he try to reproduce his mum’s roller routine this morning?