My name is Alexander Prescott van der Bilt, and if the last name doesn't ring a bell, yes, I am a cousin of Nate Archibald, a character who is now, to me, a real person from the show Gossip Girl. One I'd rather not be introduced to if it were up to me.
"You have come!" The woman opened her mouth, her voice ringing within Leylin's heart. The language spoken was extremely strange and Leylin hadn't heard of it before, yet he still understood it.
Among the achievement visible currently one was related to number of books, number of languages and freaking marathon. The marathon was divided into half, full, ultra and David Goggins. [Author's laugh: Zehahaha, You don't know me son]
"Oh fine, you ungrateful donkey," I muttered as I reached inside my hat and took out my Nimbus 2000. Mounting my broom, I looked at the others, "I'll follow behind."
"Love?, I suppose so, whether it's the development of a disease, or falling off a cliff, or maybe a man saying the right words at the right time, in the end it all ends, at best they both die.......at the same time..." Carl's smile grows wide as he speaks with relative peace and licks his lips.