Okay, so I enter the room and there’s twenty-odd weirdos sitting in a circle on these cheap looking blue plastic chairs. The group smile at me as I take my place among the cardigan-clad troops.
“Hi all! My names whats-her-name!” They look at me encouragingly. I start to feel very scared. These people are strange. Stranger than me.
"What do you have to tell the group?" the lady with the dodgey NHS-style glasses asks. I think shes their leader --shivers--
I think for a bit.. Why was I here? Alcoholism? Possibly. Drugs? Unlikely. Oh yeah… "I'm a Potterholic, addicted to Harry Potter fanfiction, I need help." see I have no shame, I can admit to having a problem!
"I'm afraid there's very little we can do for you, fanfiction is inescapable… there’s no way out." she looks sympathetic. The group are still looking encouraging. All I can think as I back out slowly is… "Bugger."
I’m from London. Capital city of the beautiful island of England, though I spend limited time in the real world – unless of course by some wonderful twist of fate the real world has become that of random latin spells, flying broomsticks and Starbucks! *squeals with excitement* sad really.
I go to a crap school in east London… I eat too much chocolate... Drink too much vodka... I’m like West Ham’s biggest fan (COME ON YOU IRONS! tee hee). I love my country. English, Art, History and Music are my favourite school subjects, I hate math and science. Erm… I like to travel, to see new things and er stuff.
I read pretty much all Hpfanfiction and most ships. I’m not fussy – slash, het, severitus, dark!harry, happy!harry, angst, romance, fluff, humour, drama, post-Hogwarts, AU, you get the idea.