Call me Joy. I'm a college student who, when I have free time (HA), has a love for all things book and music related. College keeps me busy, though... particularly in the fall. I march collegiate band, which if that doesn't sound nerdy enough, I have been writing on various fanfic websites for years.
In fact, I've been writing anything and everything since I knew how to open up a Word document. So much so, I was almost qualified to be an English minor when I got out of high school. Long story short, the credits didn't transfer right, so I'm knee deep in my "real talents" - math and physics (which take most of my time and sanity with them). Oh fun!
Although I try to keep my geeky-ness to a complete minimum, if you make a Wicked reference, I can't guarantee that I won't get a little overexcited...
Make me laugh, and you've found yourself a friend.
Questions? I'm on the beta boards under the same name :] I drabble a lot more than I post full-length stories, so sorry if I'm not the most prolific person around!
He returned with a quiet sadness and a surprising new responsibility to keep him focused. She returned with a misplaced bitterness and the matching position that forced them to work with one another. Yet fear, resentment, and stubborn arrogance kept pushing them apart, even when they were meant to be together.
Winner, Quicksilver Quill for Best Canon Romance. Thank you!!
Summary: Four Valentine's Day balls. Four very different encounters.
Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley could never exactly be accused of getting along, but four days over four years test the nature of their relationship. From hatred, to sympathy, to attraction, to perhaps something deeper, Scorpius and Rose find themselves in uncharted territory. Can they rise above their ingrained dislike for one another? Or will their prejudices keep them from realising the true reason they can so easily get under each other's skin?
Summary: Petunia sits at her husband's funeral pondering how her family has fallen apart. The last thing she expects is for her nephew to slide into the back pew of the village church to pay his respects.