I'm a fifteen-year-old who loves climbing rocks, playing my trombone, soccer, and above all else, WRITING! My favorites books are the Harry Potter series, and I'm desperately searching for new reading material now that it's over. I hate fan fics with icky pairings (ie: SSP, adult/child, etc.).
More about me:
eyes- it depends on what I'm wearing
other favorite books- The Chronicles of Narnia, Lord of the Rings, (I used to like Tamora Pierce's books, but she had to go make one of the main characters gay)
favorite food- SUGAR!!!!
favorite music genre- alternative
favorite words- egads, curses, glarglesmlergph
house- Ravenclaw (Ravenclaw is the best, and it shall always be the best) (Griffindor is over-rated)
On a side note, I'd just like to inform all you trumpet players out there that you're chosen instrument is overrated. Just thought you ought to know.
Summary: Inspired by the poem "War is kind," by Stephen Crane. I killed off a MAJOR character and centered the plot around that fact, so be warned. Plus, this fic is really more 3rd year than 5th.
Summary: Ever wonder what the basilisk thought about that whole “Chamber of Secrets” business?