I Don't UnderstandI don't understand why the world is so vain.Why I long for sunshine and instead get rain.Why bathrooms in France require a toll.Why people say books are boring and dull.But most of all
Why people die young,and miss a whole lifetime of happiness and fun.Why people who do nothing get whatever they please,while people who work are still begging on their knees.But I do understand
Why there's day and night.The speed of sound, and the speed of light.How gravity keeps us on the floor.That two plus two equals four.
The Next Generation 2 George Weasley heard a loud bang coming from upstairs. He bounded up the stairs and burst open his son's bedroom door.Fred Weasley the Second was on the floor, a firecracker in his hand. He was covered from head to foot in ashes, and his bronze hair was standing on end. He glanced nervously at his father."Freddy what on earth are you doing?" George exclaimed."Well
" Fred began. "I was just playing around with this firecracker to see if I could make it do something cool."George chucked. "You're just like your deceased uncle and I when we were kids," he said. "Your grandmother is sure going to like this." He sighed, remembering good times. "Maybe when you're older you can take over the shop?" He asked Fred.His son's eyes widened in excitement. "Yeah!" Fred agreed. "But I still have to figure out this stupid firecracker!" He voice rose in frustration. "It's just not working right!" He complained."I can see yo
The Next Generation "James shouldn't you being doing your homework?" Harry asked his son, as he was sprinting out the door with his broomstick. James came to a halt. "But dad, I was going to play Quiddich with Al!" He protested. Harry sighed. "Alright just one game though; you still have that essay to do on Mandrakes for NevilleI mean Professor Longbottom." "Yeah, I'll get around to it!" James yelled, as he ran out to the yard. Harry watched them from the window. James was tossing golf balls to Albus, who flew around to catch them. It reminded him of his very first practice with Oliver Wood. "They certainly have inherited our Quiddich skills," Ginny murmured from behind. Harry turned around and smiled. "And my procrastination." *