Enter the hut
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| - | You enter the hut, but you realize that | + | You enter the hut, but you realize that the Dursleys made it there first. The first thing you notice about the interior of the house is the patched up roof, in which dust and rain water is pouring down. The wood is rotted and the door is nearly crumbled. Mr. Dursley has already unpacked, and is helping Dudley with his clothes. He looks miserable since he has no aliens to shoot on his computer. Uncle Vernon is talking to Aunt Petunia. "If anyone tries to send us another bloody letter..." He point to a white box that he's holding. You ignore him and set up your sleeping quarters. Everyone else gets a confortable sleeping bag, including your cousin Dudley, who got one for his birthday. Which reminds you.... It's your birthday tomorrow, you will finally be eleven years old. Every birthday so far has been miserable for you, because usually no one remembers it. This probably will be the same. Everyone falls asleep, except for you, as you are constantly checking the time. At 11:55, you start counting down the seconds. 5...4....3...2...1... You're 11. A large thump starts. Everyone wakes up. The banging increases, getting louder by the second. |
*[[Hide somewhere close by]] | *[[Hide somewhere close by]] | ||
Revision as of 13:42, 15 January 2014
You enter the hut, but you realize that the Dursleys made it there first. The first thing you notice about the interior of the house is the patched up roof, in which dust and rain water is pouring down. The wood is rotted and the door is nearly crumbled. Mr. Dursley has already unpacked, and is helping Dudley with his clothes. He looks miserable since he has no aliens to shoot on his computer. Uncle Vernon is talking to Aunt Petunia. "If anyone tries to send us another bloody letter..." He point to a white box that he's holding. You ignore him and set up your sleeping quarters. Everyone else gets a confortable sleeping bag, including your cousin Dudley, who got one for his birthday. Which reminds you.... It's your birthday tomorrow, you will finally be eleven years old. Every birthday so far has been miserable for you, because usually no one remembers it. This probably will be the same. Everyone falls asleep, except for you, as you are constantly checking the time. At 11:55, you start counting down the seconds. 5...4....3...2...1... You're 11. A large thump starts. Everyone wakes up. The banging increases, getting louder by the second.
