Milk Teeth

the icy air flutters my eyelashes and turns my lips a soft, buttery pink. mamma cooked us a tiny bonfire meal. my bronte and my henry do not like the fireworks very much at all so mamma made us hot dogs coated with scrumptious yellow mustard and crunchy fried onions just like the leaves upon the ground. and buttery baked potatoes too! and we baked cookies with white chocolate chips like snow drops and
cranberrys and baby pecan nuts too, which gum your teeth together and crunch and crackle. tomorrow makes me wish that harry had gotten me before he had went to platform 9 3/4 and i could have been friends with fleur and helped mrs weasley cook in the burrow. but instead now, i am waiting for peter to spirnkle me with tinkerbell's fairy dust and for us to fly to the second star on the right where i can make believe my whole life long*