Milk Teeth

miss granger and music boxes. potatoes and fingers raw from the ice air. i am going back to school tomorrow and there is nothing i am so dreading more. i wish to curl up under my mountain duvet and read about wolves and whales and kittens and eat crumpets and listen to mr fry read the order of the phoenix to me. all beneath my own milky way. mamma is cooking me bacon and ketchup with cola. i wish somebody would go on a shopping trip with me, to find dresses and books and to stop to have tea and scones. and i wish for my own hedwig. ♥