"Here's black coffee. Enjoy."
... I'd rather not comment.
I hate it when MY rat turns out to be the guy that betrayed my bestfriend's parents.
Even worse that I shared a bed with him.
What if I wasn't a wizard?
What if I was an only child?
What if my pet rat wasn't some random old guy I shared a bed with?
What if I wasn't friends with Harry Potter?
What if I wasn't a ginger?
Hm... How could I say it? Oh, come on Ron, it can't be that hard. “Hermione, I like you.” “Hermione, will you go out with me?” “Please date me?” “OI! YOU! DATE ME!”
What am I going to do tomorrow? Well, I will finally tell Hermione Granger how I feel, I will beat Draco Malfoy to a pulp. I will be more popular than Harry Potter, I will be funnier than Fred and George, Yes, yes I will. Maybe I'll even figure out a spell to make my hair dark like Harry's, or even... or even blonde like Draco's, the girls seem to like that bloke's hair, no idea why...
Yes, tomorrow... tomorrow... I will be a different person.
A better person.
"This is Barbie and her seven children (even though five of them look her age): Hermione, Barney, Spongebob, Dora, Blue, Cosmo and Wanda. She does not have a husband cause he is a good for nothing awful person and she likes being independent. Although she doesn't actually work, so she has Ken to give her money. BUT NOTHING ELSE. She in no way exchanges sex for that money. This is also her brother in-law (even though she's not married), her uncle's cousin's best friend (who is a total bitch and totally tries to steal Ken which is so mean cause then how will Barbie have money to buy cute clothes?!) and this is her dream house which she got when she killed her great aunt (she was old anyway) and this is her gay best friend Pablo."
OH MY GOSH!
STORY OF MY LIFE!
Try being the teenage ginger.
Bloody hell, that was awkward.