Hello! Yes, I am not dead, surprisingly enough. And many apologies for this not being a chapter, truly I am sorry but it is coming, I promise! This is just an apology and an excuse. I am working on my own book, trying to keep up with school and maintain a healthy social life. So yeah, it hasn't been very easy and fanfiction has sort of taken a back seat for the time being. I would like to have an update by the end of the month, you have my word.
If you would, for some reason, like to check out the rough drafts for my book you can head right on over to campnanowrimo, which is a pretty awesome site that I would recommend to anyone who has an interest in writing. I use the same username there as I do here, just add two more 'i's onto the end. (Sophskiiii).
To tide you all over, here is a snipit of what is to come in the next few chapters of Order of the TARDIS!
"Sweetie, do you even know what you're doing?"
"Of course, River! It should be very simple compared to flying a time machine!" The Doctor exclaimed, jamming the leather helmet Fred had leant him. He held a broomstick, a Nimbus 2000 he had dug out of the TARDIS somewhere, in his hand and was tapping a foot on the wet grass.
"Which you do wrong," River murmured under her breath. The Doctor either didn't hear or pretended he hadn't. Instead, he watched wistfully as the Gryffindor team made another lap around the pitch. In the stands sat Amy and Rory. Rory held a medial kit in his laps and was watching anxiously, practically waiting for someone to fall and break their neck.
"You ready, Doctor?" A sweet voice asked, and he turned a bit to see Ginny standing next to him.
"Of course!" He boasted, "Are you trying out, too?" The redhead nodded, a smirk set upon her freckled face.
"I'm going out for Seeker," she proudly claimed.
"Well I'm sure you'll get the part!" River replied, "Him... not so much," The Doctor stuck his tongue out immaturely at his friend, who rolled her eyes and began to retreat.
"Be careful, Doctor," she called, "I need you in perfect condition for what I intend to do to you tonight," she turned to look over her shoulder. The Doctor's face flushed red and his jaw worked back and forth. He adjusted his bow tie almost angrily. He seemed about to reply, but merely made a rather awkward grunt and spun away. Ginny had to stifle her laughter.