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Hi,
My name is Joëlle. But just call me Jo, all my friends do and for that I am extremely grateful. I never quite liked my name. Joëlle; J-O-Ë-L-L-E, I am not sure why I don't like it, I just think it has an unpleasant ring to it, call me weird if you whish.
Hmmmm, what more can I tell you about me? Ah yes, I am a girl. BIG SURPRISE. No seriously, I am a nineteen year old female and I live in London. Maybe I should say I LIVED in London, because that's all about to change.
You see, I have this big passion called: DRAGONS. Yes yes, you heard me correctly, I said DRAGONS. Now your going to think me completely mad, don't you?
Anyway, I have loved those creatures since I was five and I finally got the opportunity to work in close contact with them!! Isn't that wonderful?! I am going to Romania to work with Dragons!!—Ooh, I 've got to go now, have to go to Mum's place to say goodbye, need to be at the Ministry at eight to get my instructions and take the floo network to Romania,... write to you later diary,...
"Promise me to write to us every day?"
"I will mum." I groaned at the sobbing woman who was crushing the life out of me. "Seriously, I've told you six times before, I will write EVERY DAY." I promised whilst patting her on the back.
"Darling, you can let go of her now, I think she needs to breathe." My father chuckled, folding the daily prophet and coming to stand beside us. I threw him a grateful look. She sniffled and held me at arms length; her green eyes tear stained, "Are you sure about this, Joëlle?" I cringed at the sound of my name, "Are you sure you want to work with those dangerous,-
I cut her of. "Mum, I've been studying two years for that job and now I've finally got a chance to prove I can do it!"
She sniffled again. "I know dear, I know, but you'll be all alone in Romania and-
"I am sure I will make some friends over there mum." I reassured her, smiling at her. It was the only comfort I could offer her. I really wanted to have the job.
Mum didn't look reassured at all. Quite the opposite actually, her eyes narrowed and her hair crackled. A sign that indicated an argument was on its way.
"Darling, I really think you should let her. She's made up her mind." My father said softly, "She'll do just fine. You know how stubborn she can be."
For a moment it looked like mum would lash out at him, but then her shoulders sagged and she sighed. "Yes, I know. Just promise me you'll come back if you don't like it over there,"
"Of course I will mum." I hugged her again and allowed a couple of tears to fall down my cheeks. Romania isn't really next door, either. I could understand why she didn't like the idea of me going there.