I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and am in 'Eighth Year' which appears to be some sort of saving-face device for the ministry of Magick and/or Dumbledore, because it's too embarrassing to admit that all of us failed our NEWTS.
I'm a Slytherin. Can you tell?
I have two siblings: a brother (rockmeruet who is currently in rehab for drug addiction and 'being a fag'...whatever) and a little sister (angeloo also at Hogwarts, currently in second year).
My mother is Fenna Parkinson-Ruet, nee Mael. She's a slut, and I hate her :) My father is deceased - murdered for trying to overthrow the Dark Lord, apparently. My new 'father' is Mr. Parkinson, my best friend silverpansy's father. He is also my brother Pax's father...but let us not delve into how incredibly in-bred my family is.
I've grown up 'privaledged'. If by privaledged, you mean forced into a social-corset, and bound by your name, your 'breeding' and your blood. After having attempted suicide (twice), run away with a rock band (once), and fucked Draco Malfoy (on countless occasions), however, perhaps they don't expect too much of me anymore.
Have I grown up? Perhaps. Have I changed? Definately.
Welcome to my world. Have a nice day.
I cannot distance myself You were the one who believed that only half of a girl half more than you could deceive
I watch your face on TV All that I am turns to fear When you're the boy that I want I will be waiting right here
I don't know what to believe Sew up the sore make it fake When you're the boy that I want I'll be the girl that you hate
You end up dead in the end Star no star You end up right here my friend Star no star We end up dead in the end Star no star We end up right here my friend Star no star