Female. Eighteen. Southern gal, born and raised. Biology Major/Chemistry Minor. Rushing headlong into her sophomore year of university. Did not realize Slaughter-Dew had been nominated for an award but is happy that it won. Is fascinated by the human psyche, and all the ways that it breaks. Wants to be a geneticist. Or something.
Does not like Twilight. Is still enamored of Aladdin. Thinks that sleep is overrated. Plays video games and likes to nerd out with people. Cannot tolerate poor grammar. Enjoys Greek mythology, Shakespeare, Final Fantasy, and researching esoteric topics that make her sound and look much smarter than she actually is. Quite possibly absolutely mad.
Can be found on LJ: andromeda3116
Can be found on FF.Net: cupid-painted-blind
Can be found on FP: andromeda311
Can be found at UR: andromeda311 (also, andromeda. There's a story to that, but it's rather embarrassing.)
The fastest ways to get in touch with her are via LJ or email. Rarely checks up on most of her pages, but regularly updates on livejournal. Don't be afraid to friend her. She doesn't bite.
You Smell! You Stink! But, I Like You, I Think... by MartiOwlsten
Rated: 1st-2nd Years [Reviews - 210]
Summary: Mischief happens; for sixth-year Gryffindor, Andran Audierus, it's somewhat expected. Clumsiness also happens, and for New student Marti Owlsten, it's more of a way of life. Put these two together, and they may end up in over their heads in trouble... and toothpaste. Insults, ransom notes, magical dares, pranks... will they make it to their seventh year in one piece?
**This is a post-HP7 fic, by about ten to fifteen years... but that doesn't mean their won't be familiar faces. Lots of humor, butn also a good plot line, too**
Dangit. I wish I could write humor this good. Whenever I try, it ends up all insanity and pointlessness, but you don't have that, which is saying something when you have two characters get into a fight with personal hygiene products. *cough* That paragraph just sounded really stilted... Anyway, loves and kisses. Awesome story. I want to see more. Now. Ignore the impossibilities, just *magic* it onto the site. ...And please make no comments about my really crappy puns.
Summary: No one knew, and no one guessed, what little Peter kept suppressed.
A wildly AU one-shot exploring the scenario: what if Peter had never turned traitor? (Mild HBP spoilers.)
First and foremost, thank you for reviewing my story. I like to always take a look at the stories written by reviewers and this time, I'm glad I did. I've never been big on AU, but I do love Lily and James, and I love stories in which they're still alive (just not the ones that make it really crazy and have Lily fall in love with Crookshanks or something). That said, this was amazing. I did like the "mirror cracked from side to side" line (let's hear it for Tennyson!) and, just the italicized parts in general. It added a very poetic feel to the story, made it seem almost surreal and very deep. Very, very exemplary writing. Good job!
