I got my OWL results.

My uncle is pleased, if you can count him saying, "You got a P in Arthimancy? and "why the "eff" did you take that for" as him being pleased before telling me to "eff" off and leave the room.

He didn't care I was made prefect.

My dad was though a long time ago.

For a long time I wondered if you really could love two people. ( Read more... )

 Vincent Daray had taken the letter from Scarlette, his only source of comfort, and placed it in the dress robes his uncle had given him. He was wearing emerald green, fair hair draped over eyes which revealed determined but soft pebble eyes. Though he still had the scratches and bruises from before, he looked noble and proud in the robes and ( Read more... )

Vincent had been beaten badly when he had got back to what he was told was his home, he could still feel like eye pulsing where it was black and blue, plasters on his face and blood on his lip, the boy wanted to let Scarlette know he was ok. Forcing the quill to stay steady and not shak as much as it should as he had failed to stop his uncle from ( Read more... )