Authors Notes: Bloody hell! SIX pages in ONE day! FOUR reviews! **giggles** That's why i wrote so quick! Count yourselves lucky too -i skived off school to revise for my math gcse and ended up writing this ^__^ Surprisingly enough it was more fun that inequalities, gradients and histograms :|
Review Thank Yous-
Lady Beriaron: Is Orion Sirius' daughter? Who knows... ]:P
Mel: alright, alright! suppply and demand, right? you demanded... i supplied ;)
InsanityReturns: **blush** thanks :)
Utuku: Finished? Are you kidding?! its gonna be like, 30 chapters! at least! Oooer, you like Orion? *phew* i'm glad you said that 'cause i've been really worried that she might not go down well, and i really didn't want her to be a Mary-Sue!
OOer -since there will rarely be updates this quick, i'm making a mailing list so you can be e-mailed when i update -just leave your e-mail address in your review =)
Please R/R! :)
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Chapter Eight
Walking to Divination, Harry talked quietly with Ron about the letter he'd send at break.
"You're still going to send it? I mean, I never thought I'd say this, but it's just a girl!"
Harry gave him a look,
"Alright then, she is just a girl, but she's in a lot of those pictures, so if she is just a girl, then she must've known them all quite well by their seventh year… then where did she go? She might've been helping Wormtail, and that's why Snuffles never mentioned her."
"You really are paranoid aren't you?"
"I'm just interested."
"Right, interested. That's what I meant, mate."
Professor Trewlaney's classroom was hot, humid, and filled with incense everyday of the year -whether it be freezing cold winter, or sweltering summer.
Today was definitely no different, Harry noted as he clambered up the ladder; some things, apparently, would never change.
Settling on to one of the poufs, the rest of the class soon filed in and the elusive Professor emerged, still covered in shawls and dainty bracelets, and her glasses still enlarged her eyes to an alarming degree so that she looked akin to an owl.
"This year, class, you will be taking your OWL's -those of you blessed with the Inner Eye will have no problem with the examinations, however, there are a few who will need to study, to clear their mind and awaken their Inner Eyes' beforehand, or I foresee they will not do well."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron and Seamus.
"Today, we will return to Palmistry, please pair up and open your books to Palmistry, stage two."
Flipping through to the right page, he and Ron moved to a corner.
"Okay, I'll do yours and you do -"
"Um, guys? Can I go with you?"
Orion was standing beside them looking sheepish, "There's nobody left and Trelawney said I should make a three with you."
Harry smiled and made room for her to sit on the pouf his legs had previously been resting on.
"Sure, if you read Ron's, Ron, you read mine and I'll read yours?"
Ron grabbed Harry's hand, a wicked grin on his face,
"Alright, then…" he stared intently at the hand, the grin faded, "I see a whole bunch of lines." he muttered, looking at his book, "It must mean you're going wrinkly, Harry."
She couldn't help but laugh with them.
"What d'you see in my future, Orion?"
She took his hand, studied it and seemingly deduced absolutely nothing, because she looked at her book, looked back to the lines, back to the book and,
"I see that you're life is going to be cut short at 33, your love life is going to be non-existent and any job you might want, you'll never get." She smirked. "Just kidding. From all these lines, I can tell that you drew on your palm the other day and the ink hasn't come out yet."
Ron yanked his hand from her clutches, glaring at her,
"You're not funny you know."
"I don't know, so there. Harry, what's in my future?"
Harry looked at her palm, which she had oh-so-thoughtfully drawn a face on at some time, "I foretell great happiness and a grinning face with a tongue sticking out."
They laughed a bit too loudly and the misty teacher made her way over, taking Harry's hand in silence. A few moments she gasped and put her hand to her head, apparently feeling faint.
"My poor boy," she whispered, "You have the direst of fates ahead of you." Lavender and Pavarati's mouths were agape, "The direst of fates… I will not speak of them, my poor, poor boy…" she trailed off, letting Lavender and Pavarati guide her to her chair.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other, a smile on each of their mouths.
"Is that common?" asked Orion,
"More than you know." he muttered, "She's been predicting my death since our first class, but I'm still alive. McGonagall says she does it with every new class, a sort of welcoming lesson."
"Death, nice." She eyed the Divination teacher who was now flapping her hands in her face trying to cool down from the hot faint feeling she must've got from predicting Harry's fatality, then, "Oh hey, question! Can animals talk?"
"Not that I know of." Said Ron,
"Right. Well then, I've got a bone to pick with you two, well three actually, but Hermione isn't here so you'll have to suffer my wrath alone."
They looked at her like she was insane. "Why?"
"Well, it's just that in Potions you were talking about a Snuffles like a person, but it sounds like an animals name."
Harry's mind raced, because in no way could this be good -in Potions they had been talking about Sirius/Snuffles, and he'd completely forgotten where he was.
Was this the price of having a convicted murderer, who was actually innocent, as a Godfather? Apparently.
To lie or not to lie?
Lie.
"Snuffles? He's a stray dog in Hogsmeade that we give food too and stuff."
Oh great Harry, real great.
Orion said nothing, but nodded and they continued to make up fortunes for each other, by the end of the lesson each had gained several grievous injuries by their twenty-fifth birthdays, had and lost fantastic jobs, and been in several battles with fits of laughter.
*
It was Lunch, and after finding Hermione, Harry and Ron dragged her from the Great Hall with only five minutes of Lunch inside of them.
"What?" she cried as they marched silently to a quiet spot, "What's so urgent?"
"Orion heard us talking about Snuffles!" they said together, once assured that nobody would hear them.
"When!"
"In Potions -she was asking us about it in Divination!" said Harry.
"And she asked us if dogs could talk." Ron added.
Hermione's face visibly fell; she looked just like Harry felt. If somebody found out about Sirius… they were all going to be in trouble, especially Sirius, what with the Minister of Magic still being after him to put him back in Azakaban. Harry really didn't like Fudge, Sirius was innocent and when they'd tried to tell the Minister so in his third year, he hadn't believed them and got ahead in ordering the Dementors Kiss, a kiss that would've sucked the soul straight from his Godfather's body, leaving nothing but an empty shell behind.
Thankfully, Dumbledore listened had to them, and Sirius, and given Hermione and he the helpful hint of using the TimeTurner Hermione had been given earlier that year. They'd saved Sirius and a Hippogriff called Buckbeak that'd been due for execution; much to the Ministers dismay, and to top it off Professor Snape had been livid.
"What did you say?"
"That Snuffles was a stray we fed in Hogsmeade,"
"Did she buy it?"
"I think so, it's hard to say."
"Does she know what Hogsmeade is?" Ron said,
"Good question."
Hermione sighed, "Maybe she won't say anything else."
"Yeah, maybe." A group of Ravenclaw's walked past, chattering loudly, they didn't pay any attention to the three Gryffindors huddled in the corner.
"We'll just have to be extra careful then. No talking about Snuffles."
Harry nodded, agreeing with the choice. "Come on, we'll be late for Transfiguration."
The trio, new resolve in mind, walked swiftly to their next class, arriving in time to take their seats and get their wands and books out for the assuredly difficult lesson. They were not disappointed.
By the end of the lesson Harry's pot looked nothing like a flower, unless there was some rare type yet to be discovered that had a bulky, slightly flower shaped, brown stem, and ugly lighter brown-might-be-red if you look at it from this angle in that light, flowers. The leaves were the same colour as the stem.
Ron's was worse, Neville's was like Ron's and McGonagall said they would try again next lesson.
Their homework was to study theory; nobody missed Orion's shoulders sag at the words.
Apparently she'd done a lot of theory lately. Harry peeked over the desks to get a look at hers, the stem and leaves were greener than Hermione's, the flowers looking much redder than his, but it still looked like it used to be a flowerpot.
It was Defence against the Dark Arts next, the anticipation built in his stomach. In each of the four years he'd been to Hogwarts they'd had a different teacher for this subject, and out of those four, two had wanted him dead, one didn't actually know anything about the subject, and one had been brilliant but left because he was a werewolf and everybody found out when Snape 'accidentally' let it slip at breakfast. There were rumours that the job was cursed.
Harry thought they needed a better selection process, but then again, there were other rumours that there was nobody willing to take the job because of the rumour that it was cursed, so Dumbledore didn't have much choice with the selection.
Who would it be this year? First Quirrel, then Lockhart, then Lupin, then it was supposed to be Moody but it was actually Crouch… Harry's head hurt.
"Who do you think it is this year?" he asked Ron, sitting towards the back.
"Not got a clue. I can't believe nobody knows!"
Five minutes into the lesson, no teacher had showed up and they were restless.
"Maybe there isn't a teacher this year." Ron mused; Hermione gave him an exasperated look,
"Then we would definitely have been told and we'd have a free period, wouldn't we?"
Ron gave her his own look but kept quiet, she was right after all.
Ten minutes later the door slammed open, a cloak of dark blue swirling and robes of even darker blue, more like black, strode into the room.
"I am Professor Tasny and will be your Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. My job is to prepare you, now more than ever, against the dark forms of magic, and to get you though your OWL's.
"Yes, this year you will be taking your OWL's, as I'm sure you'll have been told in your previous lessons already, so I won't waste our time by talking about it again.
"I am conscious of that fact that you have had quite a few Professors for this subject in your four years here, four is it?" she asked with a smile, the class relaxed slightly.
"Not that I don't trust my predecessors notes, but would you care to give me a run down of what you've been taught and actually remembered so far? Then I'll know where to begin."
Hermione, as expected, raised her hand and gave a quick summary of what they'd done in their first three years.
"What about your fourth year? What did you learn then?"
Nobody raised his or her hand, Harry sensed it was better to get it over and done with, and put his hand in the air,
"Yes?"
"We learned the Unforgivables, Professor."
She stayed silent for a minute, "All year?"
No, I said that for effect.
"Pretty much, Professor."
The room was silent: it wasn't hard to forget.
"Alright then, well how about I continue Professor Lupin's work for a while and see how that goes? Then," she flicked through a book on her desk, "we'll do some dark potions and incantations. How does that sound?"
Various nods and sounds of approval echoed around room,
"Right then, let's get started. Open your books to page 145 and read the first paragraph. Then I will show you what one looks like."
Eagerly the Gryffindors flipped open their books, all except Orion, who raised her hand,
"Please Professor, could I go and fetch my book? I kinda left it in my dormitory by accident."
"I think you'll manage sharing with,"
"Lavender." The girl supplied.
"Lavender for now, please remember to come prepared for the next lesson, hmm?"
"Yes Professor."
They all read the paragraph, and Professor Tasny made one out of smoke, showing them the heads, what they did, it was a very interesting lesson by Harry's standards, almost as good as Professor Lupin's were, but not quite.
When the lesson ended, Harry packed up his books and filed out, intending to drop his things off in the dormitory and then get some food, his stomach rumbled in agreement.
***
After dinner Orion stayed in the Common Room talking to Seamus and Dean about Quidditch and the Try Outs, which were being held in a few weeks. She liked the sound of Beaters, but she'd never ridden a broom before so trying out was out of the question. Seamus was going for Chaser, and Dean still hadn't decided if he was going to or not. There was going to be a vote between the existing team members to decide of the new Captain, as well as the new members.
At seven o'clock, she groaned and bid farewell to the pair -it was time for her first detention.
And she'd been doing so well.
*
Orion dawdled along the grimy corridors to her detention. The torches along the walls cast flickering shadows in corners, which wouldn't bother her if she was still a Muggle, what was it going to be then? The Candy Man? The Bogey Monster? But now… she walked faster. Now she got nightmares about people screaming and crying babies, green light and blood. They kept changing.
"Ah, so glad you could make it Miss. Taylor. Peel these, all of them."
Her feet had taken her straight to the dungeon, even if her head was going somewhere else.
Snape was indicating to a desk half full of trays of eels, and half full of empty jars. It was going to be a disgusting night.
*
It was a disgusting night. By eleven she'd peeled everything, but had to go to the bathroom to have a shower and wash off all of the eel traces from her body.
Consequently, it was nearly midnight when she quietly crawled into bed and pulled to the bed curtains.
Definitely a night to add to the Gross Lists.
…At some indescribable hour in the morning, Orion was awake again. The people in black hoods had been at it again.
She wished they'd quit it -she needed some sleep!
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Post A/N- See! Majority of Harry in this chapter! Heheh... more soon, but not this week. I really do need to revise for math! On the upside -i just got a text from my friend who is at school today, i got an a* in my mock english paper for poetry analysis ^__^
--Lani xxx
Review Thank Yous-
Lady Beriaron: Is Orion Sirius' daughter? Who knows... ]:P
Mel: alright, alright! suppply and demand, right? you demanded... i supplied ;)
InsanityReturns: **blush** thanks :)
Utuku: Finished? Are you kidding?! its gonna be like, 30 chapters! at least! Oooer, you like Orion? *phew* i'm glad you said that 'cause i've been really worried that she might not go down well, and i really didn't want her to be a Mary-Sue!
OOer -since there will rarely be updates this quick, i'm making a mailing list so you can be e-mailed when i update -just leave your e-mail address in your review =)
Please R/R! :)
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Chapter Eight
Walking to Divination, Harry talked quietly with Ron about the letter he'd send at break.
"You're still going to send it? I mean, I never thought I'd say this, but it's just a girl!"
Harry gave him a look,
"Alright then, she is just a girl, but she's in a lot of those pictures, so if she is just a girl, then she must've known them all quite well by their seventh year… then where did she go? She might've been helping Wormtail, and that's why Snuffles never mentioned her."
"You really are paranoid aren't you?"
"I'm just interested."
"Right, interested. That's what I meant, mate."
Professor Trewlaney's classroom was hot, humid, and filled with incense everyday of the year -whether it be freezing cold winter, or sweltering summer.
Today was definitely no different, Harry noted as he clambered up the ladder; some things, apparently, would never change.
Settling on to one of the poufs, the rest of the class soon filed in and the elusive Professor emerged, still covered in shawls and dainty bracelets, and her glasses still enlarged her eyes to an alarming degree so that she looked akin to an owl.
"This year, class, you will be taking your OWL's -those of you blessed with the Inner Eye will have no problem with the examinations, however, there are a few who will need to study, to clear their mind and awaken their Inner Eyes' beforehand, or I foresee they will not do well."
Harry raised his eyebrows at Ron and Seamus.
"Today, we will return to Palmistry, please pair up and open your books to Palmistry, stage two."
Flipping through to the right page, he and Ron moved to a corner.
"Okay, I'll do yours and you do -"
"Um, guys? Can I go with you?"
Orion was standing beside them looking sheepish, "There's nobody left and Trelawney said I should make a three with you."
Harry smiled and made room for her to sit on the pouf his legs had previously been resting on.
"Sure, if you read Ron's, Ron, you read mine and I'll read yours?"
Ron grabbed Harry's hand, a wicked grin on his face,
"Alright, then…" he stared intently at the hand, the grin faded, "I see a whole bunch of lines." he muttered, looking at his book, "It must mean you're going wrinkly, Harry."
She couldn't help but laugh with them.
"What d'you see in my future, Orion?"
She took his hand, studied it and seemingly deduced absolutely nothing, because she looked at her book, looked back to the lines, back to the book and,
"I see that you're life is going to be cut short at 33, your love life is going to be non-existent and any job you might want, you'll never get." She smirked. "Just kidding. From all these lines, I can tell that you drew on your palm the other day and the ink hasn't come out yet."
Ron yanked his hand from her clutches, glaring at her,
"You're not funny you know."
"I don't know, so there. Harry, what's in my future?"
Harry looked at her palm, which she had oh-so-thoughtfully drawn a face on at some time, "I foretell great happiness and a grinning face with a tongue sticking out."
They laughed a bit too loudly and the misty teacher made her way over, taking Harry's hand in silence. A few moments she gasped and put her hand to her head, apparently feeling faint.
"My poor boy," she whispered, "You have the direst of fates ahead of you." Lavender and Pavarati's mouths were agape, "The direst of fates… I will not speak of them, my poor, poor boy…" she trailed off, letting Lavender and Pavarati guide her to her chair.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other, a smile on each of their mouths.
"Is that common?" asked Orion,
"More than you know." he muttered, "She's been predicting my death since our first class, but I'm still alive. McGonagall says she does it with every new class, a sort of welcoming lesson."
"Death, nice." She eyed the Divination teacher who was now flapping her hands in her face trying to cool down from the hot faint feeling she must've got from predicting Harry's fatality, then, "Oh hey, question! Can animals talk?"
"Not that I know of." Said Ron,
"Right. Well then, I've got a bone to pick with you two, well three actually, but Hermione isn't here so you'll have to suffer my wrath alone."
They looked at her like she was insane. "Why?"
"Well, it's just that in Potions you were talking about a Snuffles like a person, but it sounds like an animals name."
Harry's mind raced, because in no way could this be good -in Potions they had been talking about Sirius/Snuffles, and he'd completely forgotten where he was.
Was this the price of having a convicted murderer, who was actually innocent, as a Godfather? Apparently.
To lie or not to lie?
Lie.
"Snuffles? He's a stray dog in Hogsmeade that we give food too and stuff."
Oh great Harry, real great.
Orion said nothing, but nodded and they continued to make up fortunes for each other, by the end of the lesson each had gained several grievous injuries by their twenty-fifth birthdays, had and lost fantastic jobs, and been in several battles with fits of laughter.
*
It was Lunch, and after finding Hermione, Harry and Ron dragged her from the Great Hall with only five minutes of Lunch inside of them.
"What?" she cried as they marched silently to a quiet spot, "What's so urgent?"
"Orion heard us talking about Snuffles!" they said together, once assured that nobody would hear them.
"When!"
"In Potions -she was asking us about it in Divination!" said Harry.
"And she asked us if dogs could talk." Ron added.
Hermione's face visibly fell; she looked just like Harry felt. If somebody found out about Sirius… they were all going to be in trouble, especially Sirius, what with the Minister of Magic still being after him to put him back in Azakaban. Harry really didn't like Fudge, Sirius was innocent and when they'd tried to tell the Minister so in his third year, he hadn't believed them and got ahead in ordering the Dementors Kiss, a kiss that would've sucked the soul straight from his Godfather's body, leaving nothing but an empty shell behind.
Thankfully, Dumbledore listened had to them, and Sirius, and given Hermione and he the helpful hint of using the TimeTurner Hermione had been given earlier that year. They'd saved Sirius and a Hippogriff called Buckbeak that'd been due for execution; much to the Ministers dismay, and to top it off Professor Snape had been livid.
"What did you say?"
"That Snuffles was a stray we fed in Hogsmeade,"
"Did she buy it?"
"I think so, it's hard to say."
"Does she know what Hogsmeade is?" Ron said,
"Good question."
Hermione sighed, "Maybe she won't say anything else."
"Yeah, maybe." A group of Ravenclaw's walked past, chattering loudly, they didn't pay any attention to the three Gryffindors huddled in the corner.
"We'll just have to be extra careful then. No talking about Snuffles."
Harry nodded, agreeing with the choice. "Come on, we'll be late for Transfiguration."
The trio, new resolve in mind, walked swiftly to their next class, arriving in time to take their seats and get their wands and books out for the assuredly difficult lesson. They were not disappointed.
By the end of the lesson Harry's pot looked nothing like a flower, unless there was some rare type yet to be discovered that had a bulky, slightly flower shaped, brown stem, and ugly lighter brown-might-be-red if you look at it from this angle in that light, flowers. The leaves were the same colour as the stem.
Ron's was worse, Neville's was like Ron's and McGonagall said they would try again next lesson.
Their homework was to study theory; nobody missed Orion's shoulders sag at the words.
Apparently she'd done a lot of theory lately. Harry peeked over the desks to get a look at hers, the stem and leaves were greener than Hermione's, the flowers looking much redder than his, but it still looked like it used to be a flowerpot.
It was Defence against the Dark Arts next, the anticipation built in his stomach. In each of the four years he'd been to Hogwarts they'd had a different teacher for this subject, and out of those four, two had wanted him dead, one didn't actually know anything about the subject, and one had been brilliant but left because he was a werewolf and everybody found out when Snape 'accidentally' let it slip at breakfast. There were rumours that the job was cursed.
Harry thought they needed a better selection process, but then again, there were other rumours that there was nobody willing to take the job because of the rumour that it was cursed, so Dumbledore didn't have much choice with the selection.
Who would it be this year? First Quirrel, then Lockhart, then Lupin, then it was supposed to be Moody but it was actually Crouch… Harry's head hurt.
"Who do you think it is this year?" he asked Ron, sitting towards the back.
"Not got a clue. I can't believe nobody knows!"
Five minutes into the lesson, no teacher had showed up and they were restless.
"Maybe there isn't a teacher this year." Ron mused; Hermione gave him an exasperated look,
"Then we would definitely have been told and we'd have a free period, wouldn't we?"
Ron gave her his own look but kept quiet, she was right after all.
Ten minutes later the door slammed open, a cloak of dark blue swirling and robes of even darker blue, more like black, strode into the room.
"I am Professor Tasny and will be your Defence against the Dark Arts teacher. My job is to prepare you, now more than ever, against the dark forms of magic, and to get you though your OWL's.
"Yes, this year you will be taking your OWL's, as I'm sure you'll have been told in your previous lessons already, so I won't waste our time by talking about it again.
"I am conscious of that fact that you have had quite a few Professors for this subject in your four years here, four is it?" she asked with a smile, the class relaxed slightly.
"Not that I don't trust my predecessors notes, but would you care to give me a run down of what you've been taught and actually remembered so far? Then I'll know where to begin."
Hermione, as expected, raised her hand and gave a quick summary of what they'd done in their first three years.
"What about your fourth year? What did you learn then?"
Nobody raised his or her hand, Harry sensed it was better to get it over and done with, and put his hand in the air,
"Yes?"
"We learned the Unforgivables, Professor."
She stayed silent for a minute, "All year?"
No, I said that for effect.
"Pretty much, Professor."
The room was silent: it wasn't hard to forget.
"Alright then, well how about I continue Professor Lupin's work for a while and see how that goes? Then," she flicked through a book on her desk, "we'll do some dark potions and incantations. How does that sound?"
Various nods and sounds of approval echoed around room,
"Right then, let's get started. Open your books to page 145 and read the first paragraph. Then I will show you what one looks like."
Eagerly the Gryffindors flipped open their books, all except Orion, who raised her hand,
"Please Professor, could I go and fetch my book? I kinda left it in my dormitory by accident."
"I think you'll manage sharing with,"
"Lavender." The girl supplied.
"Lavender for now, please remember to come prepared for the next lesson, hmm?"
"Yes Professor."
They all read the paragraph, and Professor Tasny made one out of smoke, showing them the heads, what they did, it was a very interesting lesson by Harry's standards, almost as good as Professor Lupin's were, but not quite.
When the lesson ended, Harry packed up his books and filed out, intending to drop his things off in the dormitory and then get some food, his stomach rumbled in agreement.
***
After dinner Orion stayed in the Common Room talking to Seamus and Dean about Quidditch and the Try Outs, which were being held in a few weeks. She liked the sound of Beaters, but she'd never ridden a broom before so trying out was out of the question. Seamus was going for Chaser, and Dean still hadn't decided if he was going to or not. There was going to be a vote between the existing team members to decide of the new Captain, as well as the new members.
At seven o'clock, she groaned and bid farewell to the pair -it was time for her first detention.
And she'd been doing so well.
*
Orion dawdled along the grimy corridors to her detention. The torches along the walls cast flickering shadows in corners, which wouldn't bother her if she was still a Muggle, what was it going to be then? The Candy Man? The Bogey Monster? But now… she walked faster. Now she got nightmares about people screaming and crying babies, green light and blood. They kept changing.
"Ah, so glad you could make it Miss. Taylor. Peel these, all of them."
Her feet had taken her straight to the dungeon, even if her head was going somewhere else.
Snape was indicating to a desk half full of trays of eels, and half full of empty jars. It was going to be a disgusting night.
*
It was a disgusting night. By eleven she'd peeled everything, but had to go to the bathroom to have a shower and wash off all of the eel traces from her body.
Consequently, it was nearly midnight when she quietly crawled into bed and pulled to the bed curtains.
Definitely a night to add to the Gross Lists.
…At some indescribable hour in the morning, Orion was awake again. The people in black hoods had been at it again.
She wished they'd quit it -she needed some sleep!
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Post A/N- See! Majority of Harry in this chapter! Heheh... more soon, but not this week. I really do need to revise for math! On the upside -i just got a text from my friend who is at school today, i got an a* in my mock english paper for poetry analysis ^__^
--Lani xxx