Kittens, Harry Potter, and Star Wars

Date: 2/10/2019

Kittens kept popping up. My mom got a pink one for Valentine's Day, and I had to keep it, cuz I didn't want to bring a Valentine's kitten to a shelter that would have lots of people doing that. There was a pair outside that played/fought, but one of them aged up and I wanted to find someone to adopt him, but feared that because he was older he would just live in a shelter. I cried in relief when Mom said one of her co-workers wanted him. There had been a small white kitten with two duck feet instead of the front paws, and I had let it walk around the basement a while ago unsupervised and hasn't seen it since. I was too scared of what I would find to look. There was this business building full of witches and wizards. Harry got a new wand for his old one, but it didn't feel the same. As him, I moved my wand around doing little spells to get the hang of the new grip. It was also made of plastic or resin, while the old one had been wood, and the grip was twice as long. There was this dealing that traded arms and weapons for Star Wars toys that they could sell (or maybe it was the other way around). Our ship, which was also the business building, got attacked. McGonagall's head was smashed by a for, but she was going to be okay (she was lying there and looked dead, but I knew she'd be fine). I had to shoot enemies before they got too close to windows, either with a blaster or a bow.