I live in the US of A and I'm proud to be an American, but I would love to travel all over Europe; Scotland, Ireland, Wales, England, France, Switzerland, Italy, Romania, Rome, Germany, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Portugal, and Spain are my top places to visit.
I like to read, write, draw, and play video games in my spare time.
Also, I am a sarcastic person and I value humor and responsibility above all else.
I guess the main thing about me is that I tend to be in almost every gray area you can imagine. I'm insanely normal I suppose. The world is mostly black and white, but I swear I'm in the gray area in between. In between popular and a nerd, in between the good people and the bad, in between darkness and light...
I consider life one huge game, my favorite thing to do is just sit back and plot my strategy to win this game, because I plan on winning.
Summary: A lonely figure walks down the street, long auburn hair trailing behind her in the blustery wind. She pulls a red wool coat snug around her, gloved hands tucked into pockets as she wanders the sidewalk, glancing up at the shop fronts. She is young, but her face is lined with sadness, as if searching for something she has lost. Her green eyes long for answers.
Across the way a young man stops and stares at the woman in the red coat, hardly daring to believe it might be her. And yet as she turns and walks back up the street, he knows it is, and his heart stops beating for a moment. He blinks, just to see if she will disappear from his life once more, like she did over a year ago.
Summary: Professor Dumbledore always referred to it as 'March Madness', that time of year when a certain band of Gryffindors ran amok. But in the Spring of nineteen-seventy-eight, one of the Marauders had other things on his mind.
Perhaps things will finally quieten down.
This is Equinox Chick of Hufflepuff writing for the 2011 Aprils Fools' Day Challenge in the Great Hall, Prompt 3 (Marauder)
A word about the warnings: The SSP is minor and I'm only using a 'warning' because otherwise I might get angry letters *snort*. The Sexual Situations are evident.
I am not JK Rowling. I'd like to be, but alas she got there first
Summary: Seventh year is almost over, and after indulging in the kitchen a bit too much, James inadvertently reveals his deepest fears for the future. Lily realizes he is not quite who she thought he was, and admits to something she had never really considered before.
Summary: "I hate to be the bearer of bad news — but this is war, Evans, and war isn't a big barrel of laughs."
Ten steps to growing up, told in ten moments from the first war. *Two-shot*
Summary: The more time passes, the more James falls in love with her. Told in seven scenes, this is how James and Lily became James and Lily. *one-shot*
I take a deep breath so my voice won’t shake.
“What would you do if we died tomorrow?”
He takes a step away from me, but still keeps me in his arms. “What?”
“What would you do if you knew that we died tomorrow?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Don’t give me that, James. You know that we are going to die soon. There is no point in pretending that we aren’t.”
James and Lily have a conversation two days before Halloween.