Post by hannah on Oct 16, 2010 23:51:53 GMT -5
I'm not really sure what to write in here, my mom gave me this journal before I got on the train. She told me it would be good to get my feelings out on paper. Not really sure what she meant by that, but I had told her thanks anyways as I boarded the train and found my compartment.
Unfortunatly for me, James had been assigned the same one as myself. As if I didn't see him enough. That's when I decided to write in this journal, not only is it giving me something to do, but I can block out him much better.
It wasn't like I didn't get along with James sometimes, but theres always that "older brother, little sister" tension that makes us annoyed of the other easily. It was nice that it wasn't both brothers though, and I was also kind of happy I wasn't stuck in Gryfindor with both my brothers!
I'll admit though, when Al had sent a letter to my parents telling them the house he'd gotten into, it had made me kind of sad that whatever house I got put into the next year, I wouldn't have both my brothers with me.
I remember when I first went to Hogwarts the next year, begging to be put into Gryfindor. Unknown to my family and friends, the sorting hat had thought about putting me in Slyherin, but somehow I'd managed to get my wish and had sent an owl off right away.
In the end though, I almost wish I'd been put into that house instead of Gryfindor. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have an evil side of whatever, just being put somewhere without so much of me family having to be around would have been great.
And don't get me wrong, I love my family and all, but it was hard having no one know me as just Lily. I feel as if everyone knows me as either James or Al's little sister, Rose or whoevers cousin, or Harry Potter's daughter. I just want to be known as Lily.
I've thought many times of changing my name once I got older to Lily Luna and moving somewhere where hopefully no one really knew me. But I wouldn't ever hurt my familys feelings like that. I mean, I love my dad and what he did for the wizarding world. I'm actually quit happy to be his daughter, and my mothers. Let's not forget she was chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.
I still want to be known for who I am though. Hopefully this year will change what everyone thinks about me. I just really want to be noticed for something I'm good at. Like Charms for instance, no one really seems to care that I'm good at that class. I guess they all thought that since I'm Harry Potters daughter, I should be amazing at Defense of the Dark Arts, and it was true I wasn't horrible, but it really isn't something I'm into all that much.
There's just so much pressure to be a certian way. I hate it.
Still, there are a few perks to having a father who saved the wizarding world! One, a lot of people respect your family and two, you get to say your dad is Harry freaking Potter.
Me and my dad are really close. When I was younger he'd play my dolls with me when my brothers didn't want to. He'd also tell me bedtime stories about his past. I'm not sure if he told my older brothers some of the details or even if he told them stories about it at all, but I loved the stories.
I think thats what's helped me not to really be afraid of anything-beside spiders. Growing up, I never needed a nightlight and have never been afraid of a thunderstorm, like some little kids are. My dads helped me to be brave.
My mother and I are close to, being the only girls in the household. I think it also has to do with the fact that both of us have grown up as the yougest and only girl. I've been told before I have a personality like my mom and that we look alike, though I think people are really refering to our hair and nothing else.
I don't think we look alike though or have the same personality, or at least anymore. She probably changed when she became a mother, as we all do when we get older.
My mom is very obessive over me sometimes, dad too. Just today as I was getting on the train, she was perstering me about how I wear my hair-all down, no headband. She thinks I need to do something cute with it, like a high ponytail or something, but I know for a fact it wouldn't look good because my hair is so thin.
After she'd given up with me on that, she moved onto drilling me with questions about what I'd packed. It was a little embarssing, and I think dad could tell because he was grinning and winked at me before asking my mom, "Do we need to go buy Floo powder soon?" to which she'd replied, "Oh yes, and my parents are coming over tonight for supper..."I loved how my dad could get her off subject so easily.
As soon as she had gone off on a tangin about what she needed for that night, she remembered what she had been talking about to me, but instead of perstering me some more, she simply handed me this journal.
I was thinking about throwing it out the window or something once we'd gotten out of the station, but I think I might keep this for the rest of the year as something to look back on later in life in case I forget the details.
And just so no one else can read what I've writter, I put a charm on it so when you try to read it and you're not me, it's blank. I also put a hex on it to those who try and take off the charm of making the ink invisble. Those who try and do any sort of spell on this journal will get the tounge tied curse, so even if they did read this, they can't talk about what they read.
Think Charms is awesome to learn now?
Anyways, it's getting dark and I better go put on my robes, not to mention I'm hearing about some party tonight in Gryfindor tower. I'll probably check it out, but I'm not going to stay for long.
[/size][/color]Unfortunatly for me, James had been assigned the same one as myself. As if I didn't see him enough. That's when I decided to write in this journal, not only is it giving me something to do, but I can block out him much better.
It wasn't like I didn't get along with James sometimes, but theres always that "older brother, little sister" tension that makes us annoyed of the other easily. It was nice that it wasn't both brothers though, and I was also kind of happy I wasn't stuck in Gryfindor with both my brothers!
I'll admit though, when Al had sent a letter to my parents telling them the house he'd gotten into, it had made me kind of sad that whatever house I got put into the next year, I wouldn't have both my brothers with me.
I remember when I first went to Hogwarts the next year, begging to be put into Gryfindor. Unknown to my family and friends, the sorting hat had thought about putting me in Slyherin, but somehow I'd managed to get my wish and had sent an owl off right away.
In the end though, I almost wish I'd been put into that house instead of Gryfindor. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have an evil side of whatever, just being put somewhere without so much of me family having to be around would have been great.
And don't get me wrong, I love my family and all, but it was hard having no one know me as just Lily. I feel as if everyone knows me as either James or Al's little sister, Rose or whoevers cousin, or Harry Potter's daughter. I just want to be known as Lily.
I've thought many times of changing my name once I got older to Lily Luna and moving somewhere where hopefully no one really knew me. But I wouldn't ever hurt my familys feelings like that. I mean, I love my dad and what he did for the wizarding world. I'm actually quit happy to be his daughter, and my mothers. Let's not forget she was chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.
I still want to be known for who I am though. Hopefully this year will change what everyone thinks about me. I just really want to be noticed for something I'm good at. Like Charms for instance, no one really seems to care that I'm good at that class. I guess they all thought that since I'm Harry Potters daughter, I should be amazing at Defense of the Dark Arts, and it was true I wasn't horrible, but it really isn't something I'm into all that much.
There's just so much pressure to be a certian way. I hate it.
Still, there are a few perks to having a father who saved the wizarding world! One, a lot of people respect your family and two, you get to say your dad is Harry freaking Potter.
Me and my dad are really close. When I was younger he'd play my dolls with me when my brothers didn't want to. He'd also tell me bedtime stories about his past. I'm not sure if he told my older brothers some of the details or even if he told them stories about it at all, but I loved the stories.
I think thats what's helped me not to really be afraid of anything-beside spiders. Growing up, I never needed a nightlight and have never been afraid of a thunderstorm, like some little kids are. My dads helped me to be brave.
My mother and I are close to, being the only girls in the household. I think it also has to do with the fact that both of us have grown up as the yougest and only girl. I've been told before I have a personality like my mom and that we look alike, though I think people are really refering to our hair and nothing else.
I don't think we look alike though or have the same personality, or at least anymore. She probably changed when she became a mother, as we all do when we get older.
My mom is very obessive over me sometimes, dad too. Just today as I was getting on the train, she was perstering me about how I wear my hair-all down, no headband. She thinks I need to do something cute with it, like a high ponytail or something, but I know for a fact it wouldn't look good because my hair is so thin.
After she'd given up with me on that, she moved onto drilling me with questions about what I'd packed. It was a little embarssing, and I think dad could tell because he was grinning and winked at me before asking my mom, "Do we need to go buy Floo powder soon?" to which she'd replied, "Oh yes, and my parents are coming over tonight for supper..."I loved how my dad could get her off subject so easily.
As soon as she had gone off on a tangin about what she needed for that night, she remembered what she had been talking about to me, but instead of perstering me some more, she simply handed me this journal.
I was thinking about throwing it out the window or something once we'd gotten out of the station, but I think I might keep this for the rest of the year as something to look back on later in life in case I forget the details.
And just so no one else can read what I've writter, I put a charm on it so when you try to read it and you're not me, it's blank. I also put a hex on it to those who try and take off the charm of making the ink invisble. Those who try and do any sort of spell on this journal will get the tounge tied curse, so even if they did read this, they can't talk about what they read.
Think Charms is awesome to learn now?
Anyways, it's getting dark and I better go put on my robes, not to mention I'm hearing about some party tonight in Gryfindor tower. I'll probably check it out, but I'm not going to stay for long.