Writing is my passion. When I write, I go into my own little world. It's how I get away from my brother when he's pissing me off, and it's how I get away from my parents when I'm pissing them off. My other outlet is my friends, but I don't see them all that much outside of school. Every once in a while I'll have them all over at my house, and it's great. I love my friends like family. Before I met them, I was a shy little fifth grader. Now I'm a freshman and nobody believes that I was ever shy. Ever.
I am a fourteen-year-old Harry Potter fanatic. I got hooked when my mom began to read me the first book at the age of seven or eight, and I took it from her and began to read it myself.
I discovered Mugglenet back in 2004 when my friend told me about it. I checked it out immediately and have visited almost every day since.
In 2005 I decided to look at the Fan Fiction, and I loved it. Back then I only read it every once in a while, but now that I have an account, I read it all the time.
Height: 5 foot something.
Weight: Do you need to know? I think not!
Hair: Brown, and medium length.
Eyes: Brown, 'cause I'm so full of crap... or so people say...
Feet: Um, feet-like.
Favorite Word: Ap-cray.
Favorite Foods: Toast, nutella, nutella on toast. Oh, and spearmint tic-tacs.
My IQ: 129, according to http://www.iqtest.com. YIPPO!!
Favortite Characters: Luna, Dumbledore, Fred, and George.
Favorite Ships: Heron (Ron/Hermione), Garry (Harry/Ginny), Squobby (Dobby/Giant Squid), Tupik (Tonks/Lupin), and Mena (Luna/Me) (who WOULDN'T want a random/funny girlfreind?).
Favorite FanFic Category: Humor. Definetly. Although AU is pretty cool too.
Death will cease to breath on the candlelight of the ocean once the turtles start using toothpaste...
— I SAID THAT —
Toothpaste is on the verge of extinction!
— THAT TOO —
Also, I would like to thank dancing_hippogriff for editing all of my stories. For official purposes, I'll call her my beta, but really, she's just (one of) my best freind(s).
Summary: A poem about a person brutally murdered by Voldemort. He is angry, and sad. He wishes that he could come back, and kill Voldemort. But alas, he cannot. It is impossible to come back from the grave. Too bad. Many would have liked to see Voldemort die.