Hopeless Romantic. Yes, that is what I would call myself above all things, because love is the most important thing to me in the world, whether it's for family, friends, or my one true love. I'm 18 years young, blonde hair, and a bisexual independent thinker. I have a tattoo of a sun flower in dedication to my mother, since she loved them, on my left shoulder blade. My second one is of a bass clef and treble clef shaped into a heart on my right ankle, to represent my love for music. I have a heart in a rose with ribbons and hearts on my lower back because they are two of my favorite things. I also have eleven piercings, three in my right ear, four in my left, my left eyebrow pierced, my lip, and two other things I will not name. I am a bit different from most of my generation, seeing that I'm in love with a time that came about 500 years before my birth. When chivalry thrived, woman wore things that caused them to faint, men married for position and wealth and had affairs with the ones they really loved. The Elizabethan time is my absolute favorite period in history, especially when it involves my favorite Royals, The Tudors. Reading is another passion of mine, on a good day I can read a few chapters and perhaps two or three books a week. I like to write poems, songs, novels in my spare time as well, something that shows the most creative parts of me, it's almost more expressive than speaking to me.
When it comes to my voice, I LOVE singing like no other person on this planet. I do it all the time, in the shower, in public places, around my friends, CONSTANTLY. I also love being around my friends, because mine are amazing and way better than anyone elses! Lori, Kimmy, Erin, Jenny, Sammi, & Evan are the coolest friends a girl could have, I wouldn't trade them for: A.) All the money in the world. B.) All the free musical tickets I could want. C.) Getting a book published. &/or D.) Getting an album produced. They're worth more than any material item that you can find in the world, and I mean that with all honesty. I'm a Princeton High School Alumni class of 2008! My birthday is June 29th, same as my daddy, and Sammi's! I was in the top choir at my school and had the lead role in my senior year musical production of Ragtime. I love my life, even the bad things that come my way, because they make the good ones that much sweeter.
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3rd-5th Years • 5 Reviews
Sometimes happiness takes more courage than we realize, but it should be worth it in the end, right? In this heart wrenching tale we will really see if Hermione Granger is brave enough to pursue her true happiness. After all, she helped take down Voldemort, this couldn't be much harder, right?
"Hermione, you shouldn't cry in public."
"But no one is here...."
That truth made her senses overwhelm with the grief, the cruelty, of losing him, of him slipping away so easily between her fingers. One after another, un-beautified, loud, painful sobs emitted from her lips, coming from low in her throat and projecting her agony across the area. She stumbled blindly, as if in a drunken stupor, towards the grave, falling down before it and grazing her hands as they caught on the grave stone, clinging to it. She scooted herself closer to it, wrapping her arms around it and holding the cold, icy, cement to her chest, as if her heat would make the body beneath her warm and be well once more.
She had never lost so much in her life as she had done in the last year, losing her dignity, her husband, her love, her happiness, her friends, the support of her family. All had slipped away, everything had gone so wrong, and because of her own actions, which she could have prevented if she had only been brave. She had been a Gryffindor in school, but as cowardly as a Slytherin in affairs of the heart. She thought upon the night that had changed her life forever, the night she knew she would never again be the happily married woman she so naively thought she was. The night that she had finally recognized what lay beneath the surface of exterior and into his soul. The night that Hermione Granger, a world recognized author, acquired the plot for what would be one of the bestselling books of the times.