Rose Granger-Weasley hopped out of the cable car with ease, a sharp contrast to her companion, who peered out of the door before placing a tentative foot on the steps. Rolling her eyes, she yanked on her companion’s elbow. “You’re holding up the line, Scorpius!”
“How do the muggles travel this way? Apparating would be much easier.”
“Right, because suddenly teleporting onto the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge isn’t going to create mass hysteria or anything.”
“Not on the bridge, but we could have apparated near it. Behind a tree or something.” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] The Golden Gate Bridge”
Come right in, everyone! We’ve got pizza over there, drinks over there, and enough cookies to satisfy Cookie Monster himself.
Today, we’re celebrating because this blog has one more shiny award to add to its collection! Thank you, Ally, for passing on the Versatile Blogger Award.
You guys know the rules by now, I’m sure—this award asks for seven facts about yourself. I’ve been using the same seven facts for these award posts (which are still true!) but in the spirit of celebration and virtual partying, let’s share some new tidbits, shall we? Continue reading “Special Guest: Cookie Monster (Aka The Versatile Blogger Award)”
“Hugo Granger-Weasley, you march straight to your room! You are grounded until I say otherwise!” Hermione Granger pointed a finger up the stairs as her son trudged up each step.
“Oi, what’s the commotion?” Ron Weasley popped his head out from the kitchen, taking a bite of his freshly-made tuna sandwich.
“Your son—” Hermione swung around and jabbed her finger in her husband’s direction instead. “And your nephew, Fred II, thought it would be hilarious to bewitch a car and make it fly! Only the spell’s backfired and sent the car God-knows-where—are you laughing? Ronald!” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] Like Fathers, Like Sons”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?”
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
It wasn’t real
And yet it was
As real as
A daydream because
That is how I know I loved you.
Or as real as
Your cologne that lingers
In every breath of air
Between my fingers
That felt as solid as you. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Real”
The red and gold leaves crinkled under her talons. Red and gold…that made her think of Gryffindor, which made her think of Harry. Where was he?
Her wings were sore and her claws ached. Ever since the flash of green light separated her from him, she’d been searching all over for her Harry. Surely, he was looking for her too? Why hadn’t he found her yet?
“There you are.”
Her amber eyes swiveled to meet a pair of hazel ones. Harry! Well, it was about time. Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] There You Are”
“We’re going to lose our heads for this,” the cloaked wizard whispered to his companion as the two sneaked through the Forbidden Forest behind Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Do lighten up, Nick, it’s just a harmless prank.”
“Stealing the school coat of arms is not what I would call a harmless prank!” Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington hissed back, momentarily dropping the Hogwarts emblem he was levitating in midair.
“Oy, careful with that! It’s a priceless artifact!” Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] How Nearly Headless Nick Really Died (Part 2)”
Orbs of light flew from the street lamps that dotted the park into the silver device in Ron Weasley’s hand.
Ron returned the light to one lone lamp directly above him and his two children, creating an eerie glow around them that extended into pitch black.
“Handy things, these deluminators.” Ron shook the silver device as his young daughter, Rose, rolled her eyes. Continue reading “[Harry Potter Fanfic] How Nearly Headless Nick Really Died”
A/N: Update! There’s now a prequel to this story, another short titled ‘The Bookfeet’.
The arch-window door opened with a jingle that signaled my entrance. I breathed in a combination of musty wood and a crisp hint of lemon. The crimson curtains, tucked at the sides of the floor- to-ceiling window by bronze tassels, blocked the heat of the sun and kept the store cool and comfortable.
“What are you looking for today?” A man sat in a plush armchair in front of the window, dressed smart as always in a gray cardigan and tie. He glanced up from the small table that was holding his laptop, a stack of thick-bound books, and what looked liked financial forms, dollar signs scattered here and there. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Between the Shelves”
So technically, I wasn’t tagged for this, but technically I was because Quirky Victorian at (Over) Analysing Literature chose to do an open tag on her post.
Works for me!
1) Reading on the couch or On the bed?
2) Male main character or Female main character?
Although my favorite books have had male protagonists, I definitely prefer female main characters. My only issue with the majority of female characters is that too often, they’re portrayed as vapid and cringe-worthy. I apologize in advance for offending any Twilight fans, but I want more Hermione Grangers and less Bella Swans. Continue reading “This or That Book Tag”
Slightly insane? …Only slightly?
Entertaining? That’s a new one.
But thanks to this nomination by Bookish Girl in a Boring World, I can now say I’m entertaining and I have an award with a sailboat on it to prove it. Because…sailboats are entertaining?
Onwards to the questions! Because what’s a blogging award without some random questions to go along with it?
Continue reading “Sailboats & Bubble Tea (aka The Entertainer Blogger Award)”
It’s been a millennium and a half since Bookish Girl in a Boring World first tagged me. And then, Life happened.
Better late than never. *Cracks knuckles* *Sips tea* Let’s get started, shall we?
1) How long have you been a blogger?
Well, let’s see, according to my archives…
I’ve been blogging on-and-off since 2012 on prior blogs that have now turned to dust in The Cyberspace Graveyard, but Life has a way of kicking my butt and it’s only this year that I’ve finally been blogging regularly. I’d like to think that Life and I are now more reluctant dance partners than bitter enemies.
2) At what point do you think you will stop?
3) What is the best thing? Continue reading “The Secret Life of a Blogger”
MY BABY’S MAD AT ME
She’s mad at me for leaving our home,
She said I had promised to never leave her alone.
But baby, life happens, and when it does,
Gotta take a deep breath and trudge, trudge, trudge.
She cursed at me, the picture in the frame,
She spent nights awake, weeping with the rain.
But baby, no one weeps harder than I up here,
I, who wants nothing more than to dry your tears.
She cried again, kneeling on the grass,
Baby it’s time to move on, what’s past is past. Continue reading “[Poetry] My Baby’s Mad At Me”
Where has this event been all my blogging life? I’m joining The Great Book of Lists for the first time this week, and this week’s prompt? The Soundtrack of Your Life. Usually, my dance parties are one-woman only, but this week, I’ll make an exception.
1) BETTER THAN I KNOW MYSELF – ADAM LAMBERT
I get kind of dark
Let it go too far
I can be obnoxious at times
But try and see my heart
‘Cause I need you now
So don’t let me down
You’re the only thing in this world
I would die without
Continue reading “Turning My Life Into Song”