Luna Lovegood never understood the point of sadness. She'd felt it, of course. That's a given when fighting a war. Yet she still had to wonder about the reason for it all. Why feel that way when it never changed what happened? It won't bring your friends back, and it certainly doesn't make you feel better. Smile or cry. Laugh or hide. That's what her mother always used to say.
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When I was in Kindergarten, the teacher read us a story called My Many Colored Days. I hate many colored days. They always end in red. I hate red.
1st place 2019 FROG Award-Most original story
1st place-Stella Blue and Felpata_Lupin's Unreliable Narrator Challenge
Fic Night winner-November 2018
The title, My Many Colored Days, is based on a story by Dr. Seuss
A year ago, I thought being blind was the biggest of my concerns. But with Rose struggling to recover after a disastrous first year at Hogwarts, and my family coming apart at the seams...
Sequel to Rainfall
Finn Blishwick didn't know where his son's fear of trains came from.
Finn's own Nineteen Years Later
Mr Bennet had long ago acknowledged – at the very least to himself – that he was what his stablemaster would call an 'odd duck.'
Written for the 2015 Autistic Exchange at AO3
*Inspired by The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold*
Fred Weasley is dead, but he finds he is able to look down on his family and so he decides to watch as they slowly learn to live without him
Disregards Cursed Child
A Farcical, Turbulent Wallowing about a Facetious Faction of Separatists. An iconoclastic conglomerate of nonconformists. A story of social relations as written by an unsocial introvert. . . this should go spiffingly.
Pardon my frankness, sirs, but Haversham Westley's School for Boys is where the principles of magical education go to die.
a story of innovation, impropriety, and coming of age (better late than never)
Alan visits Thom at University, and they have a talk about their respective love lives and the secrets they keep from their mother (their father probably already know all their secrets, being a spy and all).
Written for the 2014 Holiday Wishing Tree at the Goldenlake Discussion Board, as gift for Ryn.
Luna once heard someone say that forbidden fruit taste the sweetest, but she just wants the fruit to not be forbidden.
Written for MuggleMaybe's (Super) Microfiction Challenge at HPFF
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*Winner, Best Marauders, HPFT FROGS 2017**
As Sirius led me around the room, I took a deep breath and looked up at him firmly.
“So, was it a bet or a dare?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, shiftily enough to tell me my guess had been right. When his eyes drifted to where James was sitting by the far wall, I grinned.
“Don’t play dumb. We both know you’d never ask me to dance in a million years. Not with ninety-five percent of the girls here gagging for it, and, well, I’m not. Besides, Potter just gave you the thumbs up.”
He groaned. “Are we really that obvious? Okay, yes, it was a dare.”
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