My Idiots of Friends...

Hi again! My best friend was reading my old blog and was getting annoyed that I just referred to her as 'friend', so, from here onwards, she is to be called 'X'. My other friend shall be called 'Y', another shall be called 'Z'. Another, a boy this time, shall be called 'S', to match his real name. Another boy shall be 'T', again to match his name. Right, I'll fill you in on the alphabet! X, Y, Z and S are all blonde and fairly tall, apart from X who is absolutely tiny at a measly 4'10"! Z is extremely sporty and of average height, about an inch shorter than me. T has light brown hair and is my height - 5'4", 5'5" - , just about. S is just freakishly tall and towers over me at about the same height as my mum... which isn't really that tall, but, you know... They all have blue eyes, except for T, I think, who has brown eyes like me. Anywaaaaay, I'll stop boring you with details of my friend's appearances. I'll bore you with their stupid antics instead!

S fell out of an upstairs window today; he smashed backwards through the glass and is extremely lucky to be alive. He escaped with just a badly cut hand, thanks to Z, who grabbed him round the neck and hauled him back in while out art teacher had a panic attack! All I heard was the shattering of glass, then I turned around to see my friends dangling out of a first floor window in the art corridor.. Kinda freaks you out! Then, of course, I was the one that had to sprint to lower school reception and back, all the way from upper, I might add, with shoes that fall off when I run. I got some funny looks, legging it through the basketball courts, holding my shoes, while my skirt blew up around my stomach...

We've now decided that me and Y need to do something ridiculously dramatic to match up, as X has already had her ridiculously dramatic situation; last year, some idiot-who-I-will-not-name chucked at huge lump of concrete at her head. Actually, he appealed to the teachers, he wasn't aiming for her, he was aiming for the boy sat behind her! Because that makes it so much better... Anyway, here she was, blood pumping out of her head and all she could say was, "Did somebody hit me with a lunchbox?" Then she noticed all the blood and practically passed out into Y's arms. So I ran around the corner to reception and bumped in Z and I was like, "X! X! X!" She thought X was chasing me, so she yelled around the wall for her to leave me alone. Then X appeared around the corner and Z was like, "Holy s**t!" It turned out the that the cut was barely half a centimetre long. But the amount of blood was phenomenal... I went to see her in reception and comforted her by reminding her that she's always wanted red hair.

So, I'm currently eating yesterday's left over roast dinner, writing on my blog and planning out one of my upcoming songfics, In Her Own Way. There's two on the way actually, I just haven't decided on a name for the other one yet. I'm thinking about two more oneshots, one with Remus and Tonks, another with Remus and Harry. Well, I'd best go write them down. Byeeeeee................