thursday

me and lara sat on the parapet beyond the railing, dangling feet over a sandy pebbly beach. the river was low, and lowering. we ate olives, cheese dip, bread sticks and drank white wine. she gave me advice on swimming and told me the precise meaning of chavs, sloanies, yobs, hoodies and essex girls. i gave her advice on dealing with parents when you first become a grown up. she thought i was thinking too much about boys and i thought she was drinking too much and dancing on nightclub tables.
excellent way to start a flatmatehood. excellent way to forget that 2 hours ago I was thinking that i deserve to be fired.
home now, i can hear buses go by in the invisible muggle street below. It's almost like living on Diagon Alley.