So, I did a clarinet exam on Wednesday and I *hope* I passed! The results should get here soon, tell you what I got! Also, I got a phone! YAY! It's so small and useless, but 2 people have texted me, so it works! I actually don't want to rant today (OMG). Maybe tomorrow- Just kidding!

YAY I PASSED WITH MERIT I AM SO SO SO SOOOOOOOO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Also so many people have texted me now! I have 13 contacts, including the girls. Not just girls. THE girls. The popular, cool, trendy, THE girls.

I'll chase you through the dead of night
To make sure that you're alright
My stormy eyes can not go
Or I'll be left feeling

"Low. High. Lower, lower, lower. STOP! Higher-"

"Guys? Guys? GUYS! I thought we were telling a story," Lily shouted over the noise.

James rolled up his sleeves, "Sorry Miss know-it-all, just wanted to hang a poster."

"Of me? In a- Wait! WHAT am I wearing..."

Marlene gasped in horror; Alice shrieked in shock; Mary fainted in surprise, but nothing explained Lily's -practically illegal- disastrous outfit. It was a clingy, cheap material which totally made her look fat. Also, what was up with her lipgloss? Does she have zero fashion sense? Unfortunately, yes. Lily tried to change the subject, "Stop overreacting! It's not, um, that bad," that was a total lie. It was AWFUL. "I've seen worse and, er, about the story..."

"Oh yeah," replied James. "James awoke at last, sun shining in his chocolate eyes. But something felt different. Maybe it was the warm breeze of the autumn day-"

"Shut up."

"Yeah!"

"Just tell us what happened."

"Yeah!"

"I wanna know how you guys got engaged."

"YEA- WHAT?!"

"I know, right? McKinnon and I wanna know so tell us. Or else. Please?" Sirius begged.

"OK, whatever. Bye-bye to my hours of writing," James threw pages and pages and pages of parchment away into the fire.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"Oh, so I asked her out and she said yes and I bought her a scarf."