So, I've been reading through my NaNoWriMo LJ entries from when I was 15 (WHY EVEN?). I may stick with the unicorn as my patronus, which is what I got at 15, but not the profession...which was a Death Eater. (Necrosis consumption? Not for me.) I'd much rather eat ants than death and bad politics; some countries even chocolate-coat ants, apparently. Chocolate sugar-coats everything. :D Also, I like this Quidditch Job - does that make me Rolanda's trainee? I wouldn't mind learning under Rolanda... Fudge Flies--more chocolatey entomophagy--I think I can handle. And barkeep? I don't mind that at all. It's every excuse to save up for some good corsets.
I'm trying to re-enter the Internet at the moment. I've had some sinus ouches and exhaustion so I've been keeping myself in bed. Now I'm trying to catch up and also write...
Writing. Hahahaha. *Thinks about procrastination goodness.* I think I'm just going to go--
LIGHTSABER FIGHT WITH MY PATRONUS!
(Why yes, I am a responsible witch. I keep the bar of a popular world-linking pub and I'm off duty.)