Reserve Beater for the Tutshill Tornados. It sounded like a great career, but for Hollie Finnigan, it was a lot of bench warming and a chance for all of the people she ever told to ask, "Oh, so you know Roxanne Weasley? Can you get me her autograph?"
Hollie knew Roxanne all right. She was in love with her.
A story about love and lies, fame, and a little Quidditch.
Some young ladies dream of being the wife of a Nobleman, Ivanna Harris dreams of being the Nobleman that the young ladies are yearning to marry. While disguising herself as her brother works while they are children, Ivanna's becoming too feminine to be a believable boy. One day, a man named Roderick Gryffindor comes to their small village, and Ivanna leaps at the opportunity for adventure.
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.
if i were a girl, what would my name be?
All I want is everything you take for granted.
For lunarlumos' Non-Cisgender Challenge
Excellent banner by Engima @ TDA.
The whole thing is ridiculous.
Written for Rumpelstiltskin's Companion Piece Challenge
2:nd place in MuggleMaybe's Happy & Gay Challenge
Also written for Sam's (Dojh167's) birthday! <3
Charming banner by TreacleTart @ TDA!
Lovely Banner by kitcath @ TDA
Millicent looks in the mirror briefly before leaving the room and barely recognizes herself. It is as if a distant cousin stares back at her. Someone vaguely familiar, but at the same time almost unrecognizable.
One cannot pick fruit until one has planted and watered the tree, every day and every night, faithful and constant, as my ayah used to remind me. Only then, after years of patience, does the fruit come: plump and soft and quickly ripe; the farmer's reward for perseverance.
Being a collection of letters from Elphinstone Urquart to Minerva McGonagall, from 1956 to 1982.
(Or, a courtship in motion.)