The problem with knowing any amount of history is that any time anything happens you’re just like:

‘Oh. This again’.

It’s somehow both tedious and horrifying.

Wake up about 15 minutes before I have to be out the door. Just enough time to go to the loo, brush my teeth and chuck some clothes on.

If I give myself more time than I need, I just get sidetracked by something and end up making myself late.

“The mudbloods are stealing our magic!”