Stacked under the desk downstairs

Was a set of Harry Potter novel books from the Philosopher's Stone to The Goblet of Fire; Greek version, lying unread, and still brand new.

I found out about it few days ago, half-covered in dust. Now I just have to ask myself why the heck did I not ask my brother much earlier about this; it had been weeks - stranded on days when you're bored enough to set a hobby of staring at ants walking on the wall and feed them four times a day with fairy floss. Reach that point of life, and when you unexpectedly find Harry Potter novels just hanging there looking innocent, you'd jump out of happiness so high you crashed to the ceiling.

BYTHEWAY.
Two days ago there's a sudden black out in my home after such a long time.

It was, disappointing to say, during my serenity hours in bathroom. Just when I was about to spray the shampoo on my hand, there's a sudden click and everything went pitch-black. My mom had came no sooner than I had opened the door of the bathroom to check out if there's a nearby emergency lamp I can use to continue bathing in peace. She helped me picked one stick of candle out of the cupboard in the kitchen and flicks fire on it. Sadly, when I'm halfway through with the thorough hair cleansing, the light went out again - I accidentally aimed the shower to the candle and it hissed out of sight. My mom came down complaining then set me up an emergency lamp instead.

Really, it had been a record to me for staying in a bathroom more than half an hour. I just LOVE black-outs. <sarcasmmindyou3

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