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Hello, hello! I am Sasha, Sash, Seddy, Seddy-kinz, Seddy-la, Sed, or anything you wish to call me, s'long it's not obscene. :3
So I own SilverQuill Forums, a forum designed specifically to help teens who write. 'Tis a great site, you should look at it. 'Cause I'm not biased or anything, right? ^^
I'm working an an alternate universe fic currently....I'll get it up ASAP!
Word choice, vivid descriptions, dramatic scenes, plot and imagination
Dialogue and character development....rrgh....
Summary: Remus Lupin is a man with a tragic past, filled with pain, suffering and sorrow. But it is also a past filled with great adventure, true friendship and…love? Even though the odds were against him, Remus found happiness at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had the Marauders, he was a prefect and his transformations were less horrible, thanks to his Animagi friends. What more could a teenage werewolf want? And how long could his happiness last? Remus and the Marauders prove that in the saddest of lives and darkest of times, there can still be moments of bliss.
Remus centric but with a lot of the other Marauders. This story is a romance, but has almost as much general Marauder era background and side story as romance.
Pre-HBP and DH, so some things from DH will be disregarded, as the warning indicates, but some Spoilers will be incorporated.
Winner of the QuickSilver Quills Award, categ. Best Marauder Era.What did being a Marauder truly mean?... Let's just say that some tunes cannot be played by a lone musician; and those four's lives were certainly not soloists' scores. In class or in detention, in Quidditch matches or full-moon wanderings, fleeing before monsters or confronting dark wizards, they wrote, measure after measure, their own eight-handed piece.
Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, are proud to present a Symphony for Quartet.
Summary: This tale of the teacher whom everyone loathes,
Accounts for his anger and elegant clothes.
It dripped through my mind when, too scantily cloaked,
I got caught in a rainstorm and throughly soaked.
WARNING: Despite the glints of humour, you will need a handkerchief.