I excel at making authority figures wish to strangle me. In fact, I'm quite convinced no one could make Professor McGonagall flustered and frustrated as fast as I could. I am also quite certain no one could drive Professor Snape into a spitting rage just by existing. I was also quite talented at making Marauders laugh, and convincing them to see ( Read more... )

Last year my birthday was perfect because my godfather came back. He threw me this big eighteenth birthday party, but it wasn't the party that made it perfect. It was the fact that he found a way to come back to me, that we had this chance to really be a family now that the war was over, that made it perfect. I can't believe it's been nearly a year ( Read more... )

Happy Father's Day, Sirius.

My godson's laugh. He has this laugh that sort of bubbles up like a boiling cauldron. It begins as a snicker, perhaps even a giggle, and then explodes into something so loud and full of joy. His hair turns this brilliant shade of turquoise and his entire body shakes. When he laughs like that I can see his parents shining through in him. The ( Read more... )

Tom Riddle wanted perfection. He wanted purity and perfection, and dreamed of turning Wizards into the superior ruling power. He believed we were better than Muggles. He believed the more pure the blood the more superior the Wizard. Of course the irony is that he wasn't a pureblood. His mother was from one of the oldest and purest bloodlines in the ( Read more... )

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Lose some weight before you hug me, Ron.

1. Finding out I was a wizard ( Read more... )

When Harry was a child he believed the world was mostly black and white. There was right and wrong. There was fair and unfair. There was little room to negotiate when it came to the situations you faced in life. This was especially so as he was thrust into the fight with Voldemort. Either you were on the side of good or you were a Death Eater. You ( Read more... )

Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of Heaven. - Sir John LubbockIt's nearly sunset in Los Angeles. The traffic is backed up, but Harry doesn't take a car to where he's going. He's used to walking. Especially since apparating or using his broom during the day is impossible to do. He'd surely get ( Read more... )

I owe tags and posts like woah, and I apologize to those waiting. I've been feeling really sick for a bit now, and with the medications I'm on it's really hard to channel decent writing. The only one I've been decently active with is Osborn, and that's cause he is just doing meme's or ranting in first person while drunk. (heee meds = easy ability ( Read more... )