My wand is 11 3/4 inches, Hawthorne and Dragon core, reasonably supple.
I am in Slytherin, the house of MERLIN. :D
L’ouragan Irene va être dans ma région prochainement. Je n’ai pas reçu ma lettre de bienvenue encore. J’ai besoin Pottermore.
Due to your complete lack of credentials and education, we cannot offer you a position at the moment. Please enjoy living in your mother’s basement for the rest of your life.
Oops! Turns out your stomach cancer is actually not in recession! My bad, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, ma’am, but we’re out of coke, will pepsi suffice?
Bitch, please. I waited weeks for a Pottermore email that never came.
She was in the UK while the magic quill challenge was going on, and she had little access to internet.
I registered her on the fourth day. The fourth day.
I registered myself on the second day.
She just got her welcome e-mail.
KILL ME NOW WORLD.
I say that’s a fantastic idea. Harry Potter drinking games? Wonderful.
My feelings right now :
Not one of them is from Pottermore. Not even one measly e-mail.
All I’m hoping for is that, since I got in the second day, I’ll get it this week.