**Firstly, this picture is blurred not because I'm ashamed of my friend, but because I thought I'd protect her identity. It's pretty embarrassing to be seen with me, and whatnot.     I should have commenced my Pokemon training when I was ten. Professor “Named After A Tree” should have asked what my gender was, gifted me with a Charmander and sent me on my way.   This never came to pass.   But that’s okay, because at eleven, I should have received my letter from Hogwarts, informing me of the