I am a teenage geek. Teachers call apon me at school for computer help more than the tech workers. I like writing. People say I write way above my age level, but I think my writing sucks sometimes. I am a pick-and-choose perfectionist. I know more about Harry Potter than I should (A Quidditch game cannot end until the snitch is caught. The longest game lasted 3 months, and they had to keep bringing in substitutes so people could get rest). On that note, I use that knowledge to write fanfiction. I have been known to go by Bob, Maddie-Bob, Draco Malfoy, Martian, Skeeve, and Wifey. My favorite color is purple. I just had to backspace favorite because I spelled it like you would in England. I do this a lot. I cook, but on my own terms; if I am going to cook, the idea has to be planted in my head days before, otherwise I won't do it. Ketchup is good on everything. If I could be anyone in the world it would be someone with super powers or a person that I have created in my head. Sometimes I pretend to be these people in the shower. I sing in the shower, but I hate when people talk about it. I like to make my phone look all funky with widgets and add ons. I like to ramble, incase you haven't noticed. I bet you're either aggravated or extremely confused by now. I've written so much, there's a scroll bar on this little box. THE END!!!
Summary: My take on the first of those 'nineteen years' between the 36th chapter of DH and the epilogue.
Warnings: contains an unusually-shaped ring, a nosy neighbour, a rude shop assistant, shaving mishaps, thoughtful gestures, threatening goblins, and, unexplained appearances of Romantic!Ron and Romantic!Harry. You have been warned.
Rating is for *mild* innuendo and *mostly* innocent interactions but I wouldn't let my 9 year old read it.
This story is really quite fantastic...better than anything I could have ever written. I got sucked in from the very beginning, and I can't wait for the last few chapters you have to post. Please hurry!
Author's Response: Oh, I'm so thrilled that I sucked you in *pause for maniacal laughter* Stay tuned. cj
Diana has always been different. She can make objects move without touching them. She can command animals without training them. She always seems to know when someone is lying to her. And strange things always seem to happen when she's sad or angry....
But even when the enigmatic Professor Dumbledore comes to tell her that this is all normal for someone like her, there are other things that still set her apart. She has no memory from before age eleven. She hears voices whispering to her when no one is there. And there is something more sinister lurking inside her, something that reminds Dumbledore of another student he had so many years ago....
Diana's birth was no accident. Someone has dark plans for her, and unless she can solve the Riddle of her past she may just become the very thing she strives to destroy.
This is a very interesting idea! I look forward to reading more!
Summary: A sorting hat song that I actually wrote for a fic I'm currently working on, set in the Next Gen.
Also, this is my first ever posted fic-- I hope you like it!
Brilliant! I am awful at poetry, so I envy you for writing this. But don't worry, it's in a good way.
Summary: Does Ginny have a serious rival?
Who is the most fancied bloke in the DA?
What Lunacies happen at Christmas?
This is Northumbrian of Ravenclaw House realising that this long planned story scrapes into prompt 3 (Operation Mistletoe) of the Great Hall-iday challenge, and that my story title is an even worse pun than the challenge title.
I was wondering when this was going to show up on the site. :) Thanks for the mention!
Author's Response: Thank you for the assistance. :-D -N-