LAST CALL FOR CONTEST (Pyra Potter) | Comments

Sorry if i do this out of order. Emma Neves. Huffelfuff. Mudblood. Blonde hair green eyes. She secretly has a crush on ron. Funny and sweet.

Gonna go work on next chapter of tgwl

I have two actually. But yeah. One is the exact same and the other just has an 1849 at the end of it.

Cool. I guess I'll just contact you through that when you get one. It has a messaging system which definitely comes in handy and uploading is a piece of cake

That's a pretty good point. Do you happen to have a wattpad?

Cool. I might bounce a couple ideas off you in the future (if you don't mind spoilers). If you ever need ideas or help or whatever, contact me on my page or something.

I suppose it changes when it's not your story

I actually had an idea about the wand. I was reading online and found that you can craft your own wand if you bring a material to a wandmaker.

Anyway, on the next trip, the heroine finds that the wand is unable to be fixed. And since none of the other wands really fit the heroine, she could probably craft her own with a material she finds one day.

After that, then it goes, "I offered"

"He's not.." "Not what? Not like those thugs who you call "friends" who cater to your every whim?" The carriage jolted. You had arrived at Hogmeade. Although the trip had only taken a matter of minutes, it had felt like a matter of hours. As you were eager to rush out of the carriage since you felt you had heard enough. As you left Draco behind, he muttered his answer. "He's not worth your time. None of them are". With your broken wand, you headed to the first place on your errand list. Ollivanders. It wasn't as busy at it normally was. You finally had gotten the attention of Garrick. "What can I do for you mrs. ____________" "I need to have my wand repaired. There was an incident". Garrick examined your broken wand. "This looks rather critical. I'll see what I can do. For now, I'd suggest buying another wand". You searched around the shop trying all the wands that could be tried. But no such luck. No wand was compatible. You then decided to forget about all of the wand malfunctions and headed towards the Three Broomsticks, deciding that you could use a pint. Of butter beer, of course. You entered the Three Broomsticks to find several girls surrounding a table. Pushing several people out of the way, you found Harry and the infamous Gildrey Lockhart apparently answering fan mail. "Need a hand?"

Sorry. Lemme repost that. I'm currently doing this on my phone and the number of characters prevented me from just posting the entire thing

That's great! I think I probably will continue the Girl Who Lived. When writing this, I found myself really enjoying writing.