(no subject)

It was my first day back.

What the hell is going on with my life? My English teacher was talking to both my mum and dad and said she wanted me to go to Oxford (bloody OXFORD?!) and would talk to me when I got back to school.

Now Ms. Tobin, god bless her, is slightly 'out there' and I assumed she would forget.

First thing she said to me once she came back? "I have the prospectus for you." She and Alisha (6th Form supervisor) stopped me in the corridor and questioned me about going. They both believe that if I get to the interview stage, I'll walk it because I'm unconventional and most people fail that part because they're conventional.

I sound entirely ungrateful and all but it's my first day back. Last night I cried in bed because of the *thought* of leaving home. (I'm such a pansy)

I had great fun otherwise. People complemented me on the hair, I shouted at fighting first-years and 4 people have agreed to come to America with me at the end of the year. ^_^

That was good.

Now, my first ever Harry Potter fic. Took 30 minutes to write and is all over the place. Ladles and jellyspoons, I give you....
"Blood And Amber"

( Blood And Amber )