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Redheaded Unicyclers
My name is AFIN and I'm part pixie, which means I look a bit strange. I'm rather short and have slightly pointed ears. I have strangely purplish blue eyes and armpit length hair, which has a strange way of always being wavy. I was born to Peter and Sara Isan-Nack, whom were killed by You-Know-Who's followers. I now live with my grandfather, Orian Isan-Nack. AFIN actually stands for Annette Freesia Isan-Nack. Beings I'm part pixie and (pixie's always have nature names) Freesia, which is an endangered mountain flower, is my middle name. I got it from my Great Aunt Freesia whom all my family loves. I'm an only child and sometimes I wish I wasn't. I mean that it would be nice to have a sister perhaps, I would like sister more than a brother, because pixie backgrounds, like nymphs, only show in girls.
Actually, I'm sitting here in the common room playing with my cat, Cloudy, who is kind of strange, because he only comes out of the common room when there's about to be a fight or a storm. All of a sudden Fred and George Weasley burst into the room, waving around papers with gold ink on them. They turn out to be order forms for the business that they dream of owning some day. After passing out all the forms, they come into the back, riding unicycles while juggling time glasses back and forth between them. I see a stray book laying in the middle of their arena and George, my secret crush heading straight for it! I yell "George, look out for that", but the words never seem to come out of my mouth as George tumbles to the floor and drops the time glass. Too late, I think as pieces of glass and little piles of sand spill to the floor. Hermione is nowhere around and none of us seem to remember the spell to fix it. We all scramble to out feet as I trip clumsily over the fallen George's foot. I start to get up as George chuckles to himself, but my ankle hurts really badly and it won't move. George watches me cringe for a moment or two and then helps me to my feet, but yet again it won't move. He supports me and helps me to a chair as he says, "I figure it's a sprained ankle, but I'll go get the nurse". He returns to the common room with the ice pack and Madame Pomfrey who explains that I do have a sprained ankle, but all she can do is tie the ice pack around my now swollen ankle and wait. She then tells me that I might as well stay down here because it's no use trying to get me up all those stairs that lead to the dorm. All I can do is grin foolishly at George and his big, brown charmingly comforting eyes as he says he'll stay down here too, because after all, he explains, it was his fault. He says he'll do his best to keep me entertained, if not only to keep my mind off my now club sized ankle. It amazed me how long I talked to George and I know that I'll never forget that night. I figure I'll always remember George this way, as my redheaded unicycler!
A/N: I can take flaming, just explain why you don't like my story. Just please review!
Redheaded Unicyclers
My name is AFIN and I'm part pixie, which means I look a bit strange. I'm rather short and have slightly pointed ears. I have strangely purplish blue eyes and armpit length hair, which has a strange way of always being wavy. I was born to Peter and Sara Isan-Nack, whom were killed by You-Know-Who's followers. I now live with my grandfather, Orian Isan-Nack. AFIN actually stands for Annette Freesia Isan-Nack. Beings I'm part pixie and (pixie's always have nature names) Freesia, which is an endangered mountain flower, is my middle name. I got it from my Great Aunt Freesia whom all my family loves. I'm an only child and sometimes I wish I wasn't. I mean that it would be nice to have a sister perhaps, I would like sister more than a brother, because pixie backgrounds, like nymphs, only show in girls.
Actually, I'm sitting here in the common room playing with my cat, Cloudy, who is kind of strange, because he only comes out of the common room when there's about to be a fight or a storm. All of a sudden Fred and George Weasley burst into the room, waving around papers with gold ink on them. They turn out to be order forms for the business that they dream of owning some day. After passing out all the forms, they come into the back, riding unicycles while juggling time glasses back and forth between them. I see a stray book laying in the middle of their arena and George, my secret crush heading straight for it! I yell "George, look out for that", but the words never seem to come out of my mouth as George tumbles to the floor and drops the time glass. Too late, I think as pieces of glass and little piles of sand spill to the floor. Hermione is nowhere around and none of us seem to remember the spell to fix it. We all scramble to out feet as I trip clumsily over the fallen George's foot. I start to get up as George chuckles to himself, but my ankle hurts really badly and it won't move. George watches me cringe for a moment or two and then helps me to my feet, but yet again it won't move. He supports me and helps me to a chair as he says, "I figure it's a sprained ankle, but I'll go get the nurse". He returns to the common room with the ice pack and Madame Pomfrey who explains that I do have a sprained ankle, but all she can do is tie the ice pack around my now swollen ankle and wait. She then tells me that I might as well stay down here because it's no use trying to get me up all those stairs that lead to the dorm. All I can do is grin foolishly at George and his big, brown charmingly comforting eyes as he says he'll stay down here too, because after all, he explains, it was his fault. He says he'll do his best to keep me entertained, if not only to keep my mind off my now club sized ankle. It amazed me how long I talked to George and I know that I'll never forget that night. I figure I'll always remember George this way, as my redheaded unicycler!
A/N: I can take flaming, just explain why you don't like my story. Just please review!