So yeah...I updated
Yeah. I'm the girl formally known as Fefe. But you can call me Kait. I live in a sucky place called Burrell to it's residents, and "Where the hell am I??" to everyone else. I go to the high school. We have a love-hate relationship at the moment. I like boys. A lot. I'd like to be a cosmetic chemist or makeup artist when I go to college. Chanel is awesome. Something Coporate rocks my face off. Andrew McMahon made off with my heart a couple years back. If you don't know who that is, then you suck. I suggest you Google him right now. My hair straightener and I have a love affair. You should go to a place called Young Life. God is amazing. Panic!At the Disco...also amazing. Go listen to their songs. Just because I listen to emo, doesn't mean I cut my wrists or black my eyes. Though I do like eyeliner quite a bit. ♥
This is to a boy who got into my head with all the pretty things he did.
This is to a boy who got into my head with all these fucked up things he did. ♥
Summary: Hermione declined her acceptance to Hogwarts six years ago, and is living her life as an ordinary muggle. Harry has defeated Voldemort and just completed his sixth year at Hogwarts. Will Harry and Hermione ever meet? And what would happen if they did?
***UPDATED! Chapter 3 is now up!***
Summary: This is basically Ron's diary. It doesn't really get funny until part two. This takes place sometime after fourth year. This is just Ron writing down...well whatever you write in a diary! Oh there is a little bit of language and a little bit of crude humor. I hope you like it!
Summary: A Christmas play about Harry getting a book of Christmas stories and he and Ron read them. (Lots of Parodies)
Summary: On the eve of his Dementor's Kiss, Patrick Essex wrote a letter to his captor:
“Your wife will bear you a child – a girl with hair the color of butter, skin the color of milk. A girl whose veins pulse with an unbridled passion. I will leave this place, and I will slaughter her. She will die a death so gruesome that Satan himself will pity her, Gabriel Lee. Of this, you may be certain.”
But I refuse to die.