I am a fanfic addict. Much more of a reader than a writer, and even if I'm not reviewing or posting on the forums I can promise I'm still lurking 'round here reading.
I'm a proud Hufflepuff on the Beta Forums. Gotta love 'Puffs! But on Pottermore I'm a Ravenclaw, which is where everyone who knows me in RL automatically sorts me. I reckon I'm a 'Claw on the outside and a 'Puff on the inside ;)
Look! Look! I wrote something! I feel all official now. And guess what, I have a few chapters for another fic written, but don't hold your breath cause I want the whole thing written out before I get it beta'd and post it. I just work better that way.
Don't forget to review what you read, people. Reviews make the world go 'round!
Summary: For years, Lucy Weasley bared her soul in the letters she wrote to Lorcan Scamander. Now, as they are in the process of moving in together, she discovers a box filled with each and every one of those letters; her essence in written form. Presented with irrefutable proof, can Lucy like the person she finds? In her turmoil, she writes to Lorcan, of course.
This is Free_Elf of Hufflepuff finally getting around to writing for the Great Hall Cotillion.
Ron is trapped in his grief for Hermione, killed on the Horcrux hunt so many years ago. His memories take over as he goes through the same repetitive motions until he is lost in his emotions.
Post DH, AU, implied R/Hr. Character death.
Nominated in the 2012 Quicksilver Quills for Best Alternate Universe