Perhaps the middle of Tescos was not the best place for James to give in to his feeling of jealousy and mark his territory with Lily the deer way.
Aphrodite has become smitten, this time with her husband.
| Beautifil Banner by the Amazing PaulaTheProkaryote!! | Written for Chelts-Rhj’s “Inspired by Art” Challenge. |
People may seem fine on the outside, but you never know what someone is truly dealing with underneath it all. So always remember to let your light shine in the darkness for those around you, even when you yourself may not feel as though you have the energy to carry the flame. You never know when a simple smile, compliment, or kind gesture in general can make someone else's day...
This piece is to all of my friends, family, and acquaintances.
They say eyes are the gateway to a person's soul.
An old Ecuadorian myth.
Written for The Prefect's Fall Writing Challenge 2018
They carried watering pots and sprinkled water over their art works.
“Yeah, I could tell what was coming..."
This was written for
Prefect's Fall Writing Challenge (2018).
Something pertaining to the Fall Season
You don't think--you can't: you need a head for that.
But the rest of you remembers and remembers quite clearly.
(Written for the HPFT Prefects' Fall Challenge 2018)
A centuries old ghost finally gets a roommate in a young witch
This story was written for the Prefect's Fall Challenge 2018.
Prompt - Mythical Creature.
Written for the SAYS FB Halloween story exchange.
All they wanted was a night of fun, a snapshot in time and a promise made, but no one knew then what was to become of their fate - except one.
Halloween and pranks go together - in the most unusual ways, at times.
The war is over, Voldemort has been defeated and the final Death Eaters are being rounded up, but somebody appears to be watching Susan, threatening her. The terror isn't over yet.
Winner of LilyFire's Halloween Challenge.
I smiled, painting a work of art with her blood.
banner made by me (starbuck.@TDA)
He would rather watch the castle fall than fall himself; and you knew that if he wished it, that was what would happen. The founders were a whole, however much he contested it, and three quarters weren't good enough.
banner by tresor @ tda
Every year, a Slytherin student gets lost in the maze of corridors in the dungeons, trying to find the common room. Perhaps for Slytherins, a sense of direction is even more important than ambition and greed.
gorgeous banner by justonemorefic
Sirius decided to leave the Auror Division in 1983.
banner by shadowrose@tda (aka me)
James may not believe in love at first sight, but he’s beginning to think there may be some merit in love at first sip.
Angelina knew that if she didn’t comply to this childish and nonsensical dare, she’d never live it down.
Written for Crimson Quill and nott theodore's Seven Deadly Sins Challenge and for the Prefect's Fall Writing Challenge.
Looking back, Harry would remember his third year at Hogwarts as, well, remarkably normal compared to everything that happened all the other years of his schooling. Remus would remember it as the best year of his life. Sirius would remember that time Dumbledore walked in on him and Remus in a compromising position.
Absolutely nothing of consequence happened in the 1993-94 school year. It was perfect.
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.
for Stella Blue and Felpata_Lupin's Unreliable Narrator Challenge
My Many Colored Days is by Dr. Seuss
You’re Eleanor Webb. You write this over and over. Your truths can be torn flocks of birds in the wind. Or stones thrown into the sea. But your name must stay. Like a headstone. How fitting, because isn’t a headstone meant to commemorate?
Eleanor is a soucriant, a writer, a portrait.
A Byzantium (2012) fic
The Marauders disperse some rowdy Death Eaters.