Hi!

A little intro to yours truely

Previously BethanyJayne but i feel this is more creative and generally better.

Age: 16

Height: I'm Small (4'9'')

Nationalty: The country of tea!!! ENGLAND FTW!

Skin Tone: Olive

Hair colour: Light Brown

Eye colour: Hazel

I love Somethingaboutthemoon aka Holly

A preview to my stories.

The New Quidditch Chant

Harry was the first to break the arkward silence.

"Ok, if this is about me putting the crabs in the potions rooms then-"

"No, Wait, THAT WAS YOU!" Snape cut in.

"QUIET" All eyes went to Dumbledore, he continued speaking "Harry, this is not about crabs or class rooms."

"You are here because the first-year Griffindors have a new quidditch chant and we thought you might know something about it."

"What's the chant?" Harry asked The few first-years instantly clapped rhythmically and shouted together

"DRACO MALFOY, TAKE IT UP THE ARSE. DRACO MALFOY, TAKE IT UP THE ARSE"

When Harry Listens to Music

"Harry, Voldemort didn't use the killing curse to kill your parents. He used a gun."

"Harry, my mum has just turned into a squirrel."

"Harry, it wasn't my mum, it was Bellatrix in disguise."

"Harry, its ok I shot her with Voldemort's gun."

Deleted Scenes

But Connie knew what to do; she was used to weird conversations. She has a little brother that gave her a lot of practise.

"Kullervo, the mean that you meant was a good mean to mean and but I meant that the mean of my meant is mean, and you love to kill a lot of guys. I'm not smitten in love because that would mean that the mean meant for the mean would mean not the meant of the mean but the mean of the meant, get what I mean? Because the meant of the mean would mean that your curry is getting cold!" Connie shouted back, not noticing that Col was still high up in the tree, looking down at the enemies, he was extremely confused.

"Ummm.. yeah I guess I get what you mean is what I meant to mean but anyway back to you being my companion. I'M ANGRY, you upset the bottom of my heart. And for your information I warmed up my curry which means I mean business, but I'm still angry at you."

When Simple Chess Becomes Revolutionary

"Ok people" Zeus spoke up "I want a dirty game with a high body count!"

"Let the game begin!" Athena cried

"Wait"

"What, Apollo?"

"How do you play chess?"

... Face palm.

Ukulele Conquerors

"So, you think McGonagall took the ukulele?"

"Clearly she is the culprit. Does this make us the Elizabethan Secret service?" Her expression is deadly serious.

"Why of course, Luna." I'm keeping a calm exterior. Poor Luna's focussed on me like I'm preaching about Blibbering Humdingers. "We must stop the Ukulele Conquerors such as McGonagall, or the world will spiral into chaos."

"We can get the Wrackspurts to help us, I'll go signal them." Luna bounces excitedly then skips out of the divination lesson.

Girls Don't realize these things:

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all...

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we fucked up … but that shit was fun!”

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you’ve had enough.
REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say “Bitch, drink the rest of that, you know we don’t waste.”

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.
REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to whats wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost this.