Back from holidays

Well, the easter break is over. I had to go back to my cupboard for the first week. My fat uncle wanted me to get a job at the all night garage round the corner. Screw that! Every time I see those stupid Durseleys I want to cast a murderium spell, but I always restrain myself from doing so as it would be ungentlewizardly of me. If only they knew how close they come to getting beheaded or turned into cats every time they look at me with their stupid fat faces.