croissantkatie

I got back from camping with my family on Sunday and promptly slept lots. Whilst I didn't have anywhere near as much of an issue with sleeping in a tent for a week as my Mum did, I still really enjoyed sleeping in my own bed. It was awesome. I woke up the next morning at half eight, feeling chirpy, and promptly freaked my whole family out. I was slightly confused by it too, but it was still pretty nice. But whilst we were away, I read a lot, felt really faint a lot (normally, I'm the one propping up people who feel faint, so this was an interesting change), sat in a lot of empty churches (I love quiet churches with few people in, not quite sure why though, but they're pretty peaceful places in my opinion) and ate absolutely loads of yummy food. Seriously, I love duck. And eclairs. But I won't list all of the foods which I ate whilst I was away which I love because that would take a ridiculously long time.

The bad thing (or well, one of them) about going on holiday was that we missed The Cambridge Folk Festival. Again. One of my close friends, Ruth, went with her family on the Friday and saw, amongst others, Bellowhead. Cue much jealous from a fair few of us. However, on the more positive side, her family have numerous tickets to their show in Cambridge in Novemeber, and a bunch of us have been invited to go along. So excited. I have been informed however that I will have to dance. I would like to know how I could not dance. I think it would be difficult.

Also, with a large group of my friends we are going back and watching all the Harry Potter films. I feel scarred. Seriously scarred (and it is at least partly my own fault, which is even more worrying).

Title: Mirror Image
Characters: Luna centric
Rating: G
Word Count: 552
Summary: The image she sees in the mirror is the one she expects to see, although she's beginning to wonder if it should have changed.

( she stares at her reflection, unsure of what to do )