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Well, that's that. I've finally done it. After years of dreaming, wishing and hoping for my fairygodmother to float down from her icecream haven in the sky and grant me a 3.0 cummulative GPA, It's happened. I've finally got the hours and grades necesarry to study abroad! I went down to the international studies office this afternoon and asked for an application.
If I'm very lucky, I might even be able to do my required internship in London! The woman at International studies said that she would have to investigate but that it might be possible. If it is...oh, that would be perfectly wonderful and amazing. After three years of going almost no where in college, I feel like I might finally, be getting someplace. Now all I have to do is graduate in 2009, make contacts in London, move there, and begin my career as a starving actress.
...perhaps I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. I mean, that is not exactly "that" perse. I haven't even filled out the application yet. It's a long ways to go before I storm the West end theater circut. Still you have to admit, it is something.
In fic related news, I am very nearly finished with Chapter 12 of the Night Vigil...but I always say that. This time, however, I have proof. Here is a brief preview of what you should be recieving in a little less than a week (If I don't get distracted by dreams of studying in London again that is).
The sun is setting.
It’s pretty tonight. Gold beams shine dimly from behind the pink clouds which line an almost entirely orange sky. It’s a contrast, at least, to the sorts of sunsets we’ve been getting lately.
Lately the weather has been clouded and rainy, unseasonably chilled. Tonight however, feels warm, enjoyable.
Ironic really, because the mood could not be more strained.
You are walking next to me straight backed and rigid. You look sideways at me every so often as though afraid that I have a trap ready to spring for you at any moment. It’s rather amusing how awkward you are.
We haven’t spoken since Dumbledore called you and Bill to help guard the school. I’m not exactly sure why.
‘Perhaps we should split up. Cover more ground.’
I know you hate awkward silences as much as I do. Still, it’s not my fault you’re being a stubborn bastard. Besides…
‘Dumbledore wanted us to stick together, said it was safer that way.’
You look torn at this. I can tell that you’re of two minds: On the one hand you are the master of running from conflict, on the other; you would rather die than disobey a direct order from Dumbledore.
It seems that he’s the only person you’ll listen to these days. I know you would’ve gone back to Greyback if he hadn’t told you to stay put. I should be grateful for that and I am.
I’m glad, very glad that you won’t have to face that monster again.
But, having you so close…knowing that I could see you, talk to you if I wanted to, and still having to wait for you is much more difficult than it was when I didn’t know where you were.
Dumbledore told us that you had returned permanently and would be living in Grimmauld Place. I’ve known that you were home and safe for three months. I suppose I could have gone to see you. God knows I wanted to.
But every time I set out, that small, clear voice entered the back of my mind telling me to wait.
I was supposed to wait for you to do something. Three months and nothing has happened until tonight.
And tonight Dumbledore is forcing you to see me, to speak with me. This does not really count. Besides, this is far from a personal matter. It’s for the Order.
But why exactly is it for the Order? Why did Dumbledore request extra protection tonight of all nights?
I keep trying to work out possible reasons, but it’s no use. I need someone to talk these kinds of things out with. As you’re the only one available at the moment, I suppose you’ll have to do.
‘Why did he send you here? You and Bill I mean.’
‘Hogwarts required extra protection tonight.’
‘But why tonight? I mean, Dumbledore’s left the school plenty of times this year. One Auror at the castle gate, along with the extra enchantments has always been enough. And I’ve worked the night shift alone before.’
I try not to sound too bitter as I say this. Even if I do feel a tad bit smothered, especially when Dumbledore allowed Bill to set off on his own.
‘Tonight is different. Harry is with him.’
I stop walking. This new information confuses me.
‘Harry? How do you-‘
‘Dumbledore called me and Kingsley into his office this afternoon.’
You stop walking a little ahead. You’re back is turned towards me and I’m sure I know why.
I have more written of course. This is just a small taster of what's to come. Please feel free to tell me what you think so far.
If I'm very lucky, I might even be able to do my required internship in London! The woman at International studies said that she would have to investigate but that it might be possible. If it is...oh, that would be perfectly wonderful and amazing. After three years of going almost no where in college, I feel like I might finally, be getting someplace. Now all I have to do is graduate in 2009, make contacts in London, move there, and begin my career as a starving actress.
...perhaps I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. I mean, that is not exactly "that" perse. I haven't even filled out the application yet. It's a long ways to go before I storm the West end theater circut. Still you have to admit, it is something.
In fic related news, I am very nearly finished with Chapter 12 of the Night Vigil...but I always say that. This time, however, I have proof. Here is a brief preview of what you should be recieving in a little less than a week (If I don't get distracted by dreams of studying in London again that is).
The sun is setting.
It’s pretty tonight. Gold beams shine dimly from behind the pink clouds which line an almost entirely orange sky. It’s a contrast, at least, to the sorts of sunsets we’ve been getting lately.
Lately the weather has been clouded and rainy, unseasonably chilled. Tonight however, feels warm, enjoyable.
Ironic really, because the mood could not be more strained.
You are walking next to me straight backed and rigid. You look sideways at me every so often as though afraid that I have a trap ready to spring for you at any moment. It’s rather amusing how awkward you are.
We haven’t spoken since Dumbledore called you and Bill to help guard the school. I’m not exactly sure why.
‘Perhaps we should split up. Cover more ground.’
I know you hate awkward silences as much as I do. Still, it’s not my fault you’re being a stubborn bastard. Besides…
‘Dumbledore wanted us to stick together, said it was safer that way.’
You look torn at this. I can tell that you’re of two minds: On the one hand you are the master of running from conflict, on the other; you would rather die than disobey a direct order from Dumbledore.
It seems that he’s the only person you’ll listen to these days. I know you would’ve gone back to Greyback if he hadn’t told you to stay put. I should be grateful for that and I am.
I’m glad, very glad that you won’t have to face that monster again.
But, having you so close…knowing that I could see you, talk to you if I wanted to, and still having to wait for you is much more difficult than it was when I didn’t know where you were.
Dumbledore told us that you had returned permanently and would be living in Grimmauld Place. I’ve known that you were home and safe for three months. I suppose I could have gone to see you. God knows I wanted to.
But every time I set out, that small, clear voice entered the back of my mind telling me to wait.
I was supposed to wait for you to do something. Three months and nothing has happened until tonight.
And tonight Dumbledore is forcing you to see me, to speak with me. This does not really count. Besides, this is far from a personal matter. It’s for the Order.
But why exactly is it for the Order? Why did Dumbledore request extra protection tonight of all nights?
I keep trying to work out possible reasons, but it’s no use. I need someone to talk these kinds of things out with. As you’re the only one available at the moment, I suppose you’ll have to do.
‘Why did he send you here? You and Bill I mean.’
‘Hogwarts required extra protection tonight.’
‘But why tonight? I mean, Dumbledore’s left the school plenty of times this year. One Auror at the castle gate, along with the extra enchantments has always been enough. And I’ve worked the night shift alone before.’
I try not to sound too bitter as I say this. Even if I do feel a tad bit smothered, especially when Dumbledore allowed Bill to set off on his own.
‘Tonight is different. Harry is with him.’
I stop walking. This new information confuses me.
‘Harry? How do you-‘
‘Dumbledore called me and Kingsley into his office this afternoon.’
You stop walking a little ahead. You’re back is turned towards me and I’m sure I know why.
I have more written of course. This is just a small taster of what's to come. Please feel free to tell me what you think so far.