Hello fellow fans, fanpoppers, etc. I'm sorry it's been quite a while. I've been busy gearing up for high school. As Ты may have noted, I now have a twitter and I would gladly accept еще followers if Ты wish, just say you're from Fanpop. In the past two years, Ты may also say that my tastes have changed quite a bit. I still Любовь horses, anime, and manga, but I am not as into Fruits Basket (though I still Любовь it) anymore. Nor do I have a huge fangirl 'crush' on Kyo. I have now moved on to Ghost Adventures, Smosh, (which I found by myself, gratefully!) and еще horse things. I still love...

"Harry Potter?" called Dumbledore.
"HARRY! Do Ты know what Ты got yourself into?!" I shouted at Harry. We were in the Great Hall. The Goblet of огонь just chose the three- Well, now, FOUR champions of the Triwizard Tournament.
"How did Ты get over the age line, Harry? How did Ты do it?!" asked Ron enthusiastically. He looked quite shocked. EVERYBODY knows that now the wizarding age is 17 to compete in the Triwizard tournament. But somehow.... he managed to get in.
"What were Ты thinking, Harry? Ты can't be able to пересекать, крест the Age line! Dumbledore made it himself!" squealed Hermione....

I watched her, grazing slowly, as if she had no care in the world. She moved along, obviously not seeing me, and stopped. Looking in the direction I was in, I froze. But it wasn't me who startled her. I heard a low growling behind me. Fortunately, it wasn't her who was in danger. It was me. I turned around slowly, lasso in hand. And it attacked. It was a wolf, who was, in fact, rather skinny. Probably looking for some prey. Thinking quickly, I twirled my lasso and tossed it just so it landed around that skinny wolf's neck. I yanked it tight. Then, a blur of red каштан and white cleared the...