Love yourself. Be yourself. Post the most random things ever to your blog. I am 14 and proud of it.
And now another head was emerging from the tip of Voldemort’s wand…and Harry knew when he saw it who it would be…he knew, as though he had expected it from the moment when Cedric had appeared from the wand…knew, because the man appearing was the one he’d thought of more than any other tonight….
The smoky shadow of a tall man with untidy hair fell to the ground as Bertha had done, straightened up, and looked at him…and Harry, his arms shaking madly now, looked back into the ghostly face of his father.
“Your mother’s coming…” he said quietly. “She wants to see you…it will be all right…hold on….”
“I, (insert url here) being of stable mind (sort of) and sound body, a member of good standing of the PJO/HOO fandom, do solemnly swear to be a demigod of good cheer and good heart and realize not all of my fellow demigods will get house of hades on the same day. I swear to tag my spoilers, not start any ship wars, and respect my fellow demigods. if I do not, may I die slowly and painfully and suffer for hours in the fields of punishment until I scream bloody murder.”
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