Before I begin, first off I'd like to send a quick thank you to Avalon Kore for reviewing. I'm glad that I entertained you.

Anyways, here's my view of chapter 2! I would've gotten onto this sooner, but today is the final day of R-3 for a chorus battle thing on Youtube, so I've been busy enjoying the entries. I just realized that first bit rhymed.

Woohoo! I'm a poet!

Also, I forgot to put this last time:

DISCLAIMER: I, Something Serious, do not claim any sort of ownership over the character Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, the story My Immortal, or any of the Harry Potter franchise. These belong to Tara Gilesbie and J.K. Rowling, respectively.

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

I refuse to reiterate my pun philosophy, or to comment on Raven's username. However, just because I can:

*for, *helping, *with, *the, *chapter, *by the way, *my, *okay

There. I feel better.

The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

And where else would you wake up…? You know what, don't answer that. I'm scared to know.

Coffin. You sleep in a coffin. You're a vampire who refuses to fulfill the cliche of awesome fangs but you have to live in a (fucking ugly) coffin. Damn it, Ebony. Also, I hope that blood was in a freezer, or else you're gonna get sick as hell from it. That's bad blood storage. At least Vlad in the Vladimir Chronicles stores his blood correctly.

Still don't want to listen to MCR, though I do understand wearing just an over-sized t-shirt to bed. It's comfy.

What exactly happened to the Hogwarts uniforms in this? And a pentagram necklace? Now you're just being silly.

I couldn't get my ears pierced that many times, for I am a pussy. It took me three tries to get it done once, and I still tried to make a six-year-old go first. Messy bun, though. Something approves, for that is how she wears her hair most of the time.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

NO A/Ns IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORY. Sheesh. If Raven was beta-ing, she would know it was her, right?

So she woke up, did a boy-i-so-sexy-and-have-overly-detailed-hair hairflip, then opened her actually pretty well detailed eyes? God damn. Willow must be a superhuman. Or me on Mondays. Your choice.

I hope you're not sharing make-up if Ebony was infected with AIDs from improperly stored blood. Also, more dumb outfits. Whoo.

Are capris and tank-tops really that bad, Tara? Is simplicity that bad?

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly.

I wonder if she said "Oh my fucking God" or if she actually screamed the acronym. Either way, this feels like you're gossipping in a pretty "prep" way.

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing.

Can vampires even blush? I mean, they lack blood flow.

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted.

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

Language, Tara! Watch your fucking mouth! /slapped

Of course there's no gothic Ravenclaws...that would be so awesome. Listening to screamo as they smarticle you into oblivion. (If I offend anybody with my stereotypes, I apologize. I'm just a person. Ehe.)

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily.

How does one reply flirtily? I imagine winking and holding up a bottle of whipped cream.

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

Chicken butt! (hehe sorry sorry not sorry)

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped.

I know for a fact that Good Charlotte is a Muggle band, and Draco Malfoy is too much of a pissy Pureblood to listen to a Muggle band. Plus, did they even exist back in Harry Potter times? (whenever those are.)

Again, LANGUAGE. And how come you explain what GC is, but not MCR? I'm starting to think you may not know what MCR stands for, Tara.

I gasped, and then…?

Draco blew up? Buckbeak flew in and whisked you away into a world of gothic architecture and cotton candy? You got slapped in the face? A hobo walked up to you and started dancing for twenty dollars?

Your cliffhangers suck, Tara.

Chapter 2, pretty suckish, but not deserving of the title "worst-fanfic-ever". Maybe it'll get worse with chapter three? I've heard that's where the first sex scene is, anyways.

Until next time, my friends! Now to go watch the last of some chorus-battle awesomeness.