Run Home

It's my graduation day. I never want to leave. I was safe here. I always knew someone was there for me. George would always be there. Not anymore.

I don't want to leave home. Mum and Dad will probably try to force me into the Ministry. Sorry, folks; I'm not into severe partings and toothbrush moustaches (LOL Percy). All I ever wanted was to open up a joke shop with my brother. Make people laugh, you know? See Ron. It was a joke to turn your teddy bear into a spider. Laugh! Funny! It was to make you laugh, after all.

We grow up too fast. I wish I was still in diapers and playing with blocks. Wait, that was this morning. Just kidding! I don't want to be told to grow up. It's just not me. Grown-ups just don't appreciate the little things in life. I'm so gonna change that.

Ginny is so lucky. She has so much time to grow up. She has all of us looking out for her.

I'm really gonna miss Hogwarts. I'll miss Dumbledore, who never put us in danger, or got me in serious trouble. I'll miss the holiday decorations and the entire castle in general. I'll miss the teachers. Yes, even Snape. Hey, he's a gumdrop compared to the real world. McGonagall, with her really strict ways. They were all so nice to us. Jeez, I just realized that now.

Ah, Quidditch. It really hasn't been the same since Wood left, has it? I really miss his enthusiasm. We weren't as good as he was, no matter what position we played. He really deserves that position on the Puddlemere United Reserve Team. Nonetheless, I probably won't play professionally, though. A joke shop is way cooler. How can you make someone laugh by playing Quidditch? Everyone plays Quidditch. I prefer to be different.

Angelina. Well, she was cool, wasn't she? She was a great Chaser. She's already gone. Never did get to say good-bye.

Lee. What is there to say about Lee? I loved that giant tarantula. Anyway, next to George, Lee has been my best friend. He has the same passion as me and George: making people laugh. His dreads were so cool. He's still around.

Hey, no more mean people! I've been rid of Flint for a while. No more Pretty-Boy-Diggory. Woo-Hoo!!!

I'm at home now. I stand and watch as a few random gnomes sneak their way back into our garden. It's about ten o' clock at night. On the concrete, Ginny has made a Muggle-like baseball diamond with magical chalk that never goes away. I'm listening to my Muggle CD-player and walking the bases. I'm reflecting on my life. I realize that I was never up to my family's standards. I was only up to mine. Mine were never good enough. Oh, I wish I was seven years younger. Then I could start over. As I cross home base, I finally understand the meaning of run home.