Once there was a girl. She was a Swan who appeared to be a pigeon. But then... her whole life changed... and all it took was a few tears. 

This is the story of Alexa Diabolique Swan.....

Three Years Later.....

           ....If I hadn't been so shell-shocked, I probably would've laughed. Someone up there definitely had a pretty good sense of irony...

It seemed that, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't escape that wretched name. Ever since I'd blown him off at King's Cross it was like the bloody prat had decided to haunt me. 

"...Could this get any worse? 
Stupid, stupid question. Because the answer was yes. Yes it could..."

...."You know, it's rude to enter a bedroom without it's occupants' presence or permission even." ...

Dread. It's never fun.

Fakes. Breaks. Raging emotions, raging hormones and just plain old rage.

"....I groaned. This could not be happening. Wasn’t I supposed to enjoy my party? Why then, did my friends and family keep surprising me? I was worried about Leah, Annoyed about the Hogwarts people and I couldn’t handle anymore tonight.
 
NO. MORE. DAMN. SURPRISES...."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

For the second time this morning, I read in disbelief. I read it several times, staring at the page in even more shock than I’d stared at my dad’s letter. My dad’s letter fit into a schema, my brain could eventually handle it because it fit his personality, his pattern. But this did not fit a schema, this was completely foreign to me. I didn’t know how to process it.