*waves into an empty hall* I'm Luna and this is my failed attempt at a fanfic - I've more or less stuck to writing original stories for the past three years - so, hopefully, this won't be as daunting as it seems, right now. No, seriously, it doesn't help that I'm diving head first into a story which I came up with the idea for less than ten minutes ago. Hence, the very stupid prologue. Anyway, hopefully I'll get this thing will be on track in a few days.
An Unnecessary Prologue
Dear Diary,
Fate can work in many ways.
Wait, that sounds far too cryptic but I'll just get on with it, ok?
The way I see it, fate is karma's greatest weapon (not that I'm a terribly big believer in karma) and it can either throw all the good will at your smug face or be shooting daggers of misfortune on your every step. Yet, for me, fate doesn't work in either extremes and instead, I'm sitting here with a dozen empty packets of Honeydukes Chocolate and wondering how in Merlin's name I could be pathetically swooning like a giggly fourth year and feel like I'm carrying the whole world's humiliation at the same time.
You see, it all comes down to one terribly annoying, egotistical, sarcastic, unfortunately charming, charismatic and damn right handsome bloke called James Sirius Potter.
I feel like the poster girl for indecision here, I'm sorry.
I also feel like I need some more chocolate and a good night's sleep. A butterbeer wouldn't hurt, as well.
A painfully indecisive teenage girl signing off,
Tessa.
a/n So, that was the terribly short prologue which has no purpose whatsoever other than the fact that I'm using it to get into character. Oh, and don't worry, diary entries will be kept at a minimal during the story.
Luna x