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Mavourna McG and the Slytherins pt 2Just as Marcus had said, the dorms were delightfully cool. Mavourna and Draco claimed a corner as their own before heading to their dorms to sleep. When she woke, Mavourna stumbled to the girl’s lavatory to get ready. She grabbed her books and went down to the commons. Draco was waiting for her. He offered his arm to her which she accepted, slipping her hand in the crook of his elbow. “Good morning, Mavourna. Sleep well?”
“Good morning, Draco. I slept pretty well. What about you?”
He smirked. “My sleep went all right.” His smirk turned into a genuine smile. She smile back, glad to have a friend to lean on. They wandered through the dungeons towards the stairs leading to the Great Hall. “Hey,” he whispered stopping before the Grand Staircase. “Don’t let anyone here get you down, ‘kay? You’re pureblood and that makes you better than any of those losers.” He smiled. Mavourna kept her head down as a group o
Mavourna McG and the SlytherinsPlease approve mathaír. Please approve. Please approve, please don't be disappointed in me. Mavourna prayed silently as she stepped up to the stool to await the Sorting Hat. Her ebony hair hung over a shoulder where she nervously twisted it. Her emerald eyes caught those identical to hers. She knew her mother could see her fear and worry plainly there. The stern woman gave her a subtle nod while placing the Hat on her head. Mavourna stifled a yelp when a voice sounded through her head.
"Aah, another McGonagall. I wondered if I'd ever see another."
Please. I want to prove I am worthy of my name.
"Yes, I can see that, as well as a yearning to succeed by any means possible. It's all planned out right here, you know. Hmmm, interesting. You would do well in Gryffindor, plenty of courage and a sense of nobility. Or perhaps Ravenclaw with how eager you are to learn. Definitely not Hufflepuff, you're temperament’s wrong for that. You would do well in Slytherin, especiall
Past Live Are a B*tchI remember my first life so well. The crowded dark forests under which a maze of caves grew were my home. Oh how I exalted the run through the winding paths, chasing my prey with infrared sight fit for a superior predator such as I. The shadows hiding my form gave me shelter, and my foot steps were mutes by the abundant moss. There, ahead in the near distance, ran my prey, my future mate. I just had to catch her. And catch her I did, arms wrapping around her waist as I twisted and fell bringing her down with me. When I leaned over her, the soft smile let me know: She was mine forever.
The second life turned the tables. I became the hunted. My movements were too loud, too clumsy. My ears strained to hear over the pounding of my heart. Tree branches scratched my face and arms. The moss caused me to slip, stumble, trip. Too well did the darkness hide my hunter, and the silence aided them in their pursuit. A tradition of decades demanded I run. My future mate had to catch me. An undergroun
Silent lament to silenceHow long does it take a soul
To slowly lose itself?
How long does it take for gentleness
To rot to acerbic acidity?
The words spoken, cutting deep
Without ever meaning to
Are a sheild for the world.
Mistrust's not a crime.
Double-edged and two-faced,
Very few know the truth.
No one said polyamory
Was a fault in this world.
When pointing at my spots,
Keep in mind they cannot change
And my claws mean not to maim.
Polyamorous I may be,
I won't deny it ever,
If you're for it, that's all right
Just don't compare a chopstick to a spoon
(That really makes little sense).
Sweetness is a flaw
Kindness brings the fall
Akward words to akward friends
Who yet still need those words.
If hurt and happy work together,
Then kindly give them both.
And if you really want that,
Then fight for it, my dear.
'Cause simple things have greater wings,
Which in the night take flight,
Oh, twinkle twinkle little bear,
How I wonder why we care.
There are many things I don't sayThere are many things I don't say
That you should really hear
But I know you'll just brush them off
Saying it's because of my "jealous" ways.
You hear say sarcastic things then run off
To sulk and stew over the overtones
Instead of stopping long enough
To hear the invitation offered.
Those who taught you, taught me a lot
But skipped out on the major plots,
Like socialization skills and making friends,
The ups and downs of relationships,
And the Rules of Sisterhood.
I know you blame me for him leaving,
Though you'll never say it aloud,
Yet you can't see how cruel he was
With all things he's done and said.
I watched how you interact
And let yourself be fooled.
I'm telling you now no one
Should watch their loved ones
Mess around with other people.
You think I know nothing of the Scene,
But that's where you're wrong.
I know what goes on, what the rules are,
And how often folks are fooled.
You say that I am in the scene,
Though "not as much as you".
I am not, and here's why so listen close
Another Fairytale part 13After three days’ time had passed, word arrived at the house of Darin’s full recovery. This news cheered the women’s moods. Boke had been forbidden to run for the day and a half after her fever broke. The Caprinu was anxious to get out again. She darted all over the town running errands and delivering messages between townsfolk. She laughed feeling the wind in her hair and the ground under her feet. She jumped over a stack of crates and turned towards home. The Caprinu couldn’t help but to let out a holler of joy. To run so freely was exuberant and uplifting to her spirit.
Frieda greeted her at the shop with a reminder to wash her feet before entering. It endeared the girl to the woman’s heart further to see such pure, unadulterated joy on her face. The war, as things were escalating quickly towards, weighed heavily on all; so to see even the smallest moment of respite eased the mounting tension. She gestured the girl over. Boke tilted one ear down. Her ey
Unwanted Bonds - 7
After the first hour of trying not to move, Leonardo felt his spine starting to protest.
Not enough yet, to risk changing his position and possibly waking his exhausted brother, but enough to become a notable discomfort.
After the second hour, sitting still like a gargoyle on a roof, it started to become really uncomfortable and the oldest brother started to consider moving at least his legs enough to prevent them from falling asleep. But he still didn't give in.
Not when he snuck a glance at Raphael's sleeping face,
Even deeply asleep, he looked so very exhausted. Lips parted and eyes firmly shut, though with a small frown of tension forming a line between his brows. Almost, Leo gave in to the urge of smoothing that away with his thumb, but he thought better of it and remained unmoving for a little while longer.
A little movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention and instantly, he had to smile. The baby was yawning in his sleep, kicking his small legs before settling back
Turn LeftTurn Left
I felt like writing a little explanation was relevant. The title, 'Turn Left' was inspired by a Doctor Who episode where Donna's entire life was altered by one decision: Should she turn right or left? I wrote this as an alternate timeline to our, where a Sorcerer's simple decision led him to a very different fate. So there, that's it X3
"Ooh, I don't wanna miss this one." I heard Ty say. I could practically see him leaning forward on his desk. He so seemed like the type of guy who'd do that when he got excited. "I know Kyle started that Jimmy thing, so don't try to pull that crap on us - what's your real name?"
"Yeah, dood, what is it anyway?" Jerome asked. "I've always been kinda curious."
I saw myself at a crossroads. I could go two ways from here. I could tell them and we could become better friends, or I could remain shrouded in mystery. Although the latter seemed totally badass, the prior seemed
Infected - Chapter Two "Where are they?" Duncan muttered to himself like he usually does. "I know I dropped them somewhere around here..."
He kept his head down, scanning the forest floor not far from his castle as he searched for his beloved goggles. He hadn't been searching long before he heard leaves rattle above him. He had no time to move as he felt something heavy land on top of him. "Hey, watch-" He stopped short as he felt a blade under his neck. His eyes widened. "Wh-Who are you?"
"My name is Sky. I'm a Revolter, and I'm not about to go down to some scientist."
"Oi! I'm not just 'some scientist' buddy, I'm Lalna!" Duncan growled.
"A real scientist wouldn't get himself caught in a situation like this. I know you're infected. Anyways, is 'Lalna' supposed to scare me?"
"No, not at all." Duncan replied, letting his hand slip into his coat pocket. "But... If I were you... I would drop your sword."
Infected - Chapter Four Sky often found himself in awkward situations. He tended to have bad luck with those sorts of things. Once, he and Ian had gone to visit Husky's home village. Sky forgot that it was rude to call Mudkips "fish". Another time, Sky managed to get himself locked in a room with a squid he'd cut one tentacle off of for three hours; the two didn't have much to talk about. Then, back when he was dating Dawn, Sky couldn't have had a worse first impression on her parents; but that's another story.
All in all, even though Sky had seen a lot of awkward situations, he could safely say that this was the worst yet.
"Um.... So..." Sky bit his lower lip as he struggled for words. "How's... You magic?"
"Good, good..." Seto said with a nod. The two both hesitated in awkward silence, as Tyler - who sat between them on the couch, stared straight ahead blankly. His arm had been fixed by Seto as soon as the Sorcerer calmed down. Sips took the liberty of
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 6)
The sky had turned dark outside and I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the counter from where Yumi had lost control with the ketchup bottle.
Supper had been nothing short of insanity. As agreed, I had grilled burgers for the two of us so that she could experience what a burger tasted like. When I lit the grill, she touched it to try and see where the fire came from and burned her hand. When we finally got the burgers done, I asked if she wanted cheese or anything on it, and she merely asked me what cheese and ketchup were. She’d never seen pickles before and the only thing she seemed to recognize were the lettuce and tomatoes…but that was only because she mistook them for leaves and fruit from her own planet. In the end, she loved them. She asked for more, so I ended up making her a second burger…and that was when she asked if she could try preparing it herself. And that was how I ended up here cleaning up the ketchup from the counter and walls.
I sighed to myself and
SWtCW: A Question of Loyalty pt.5Surface of Naboo, Theed, Royal Palace
Queen Jamillia jumped as the door to her study slammed open, looking up from her desk in alarm as three figures burst into the room.
“What is going on?” she demanded, coming to her feet. “Who are you what do you—“ she stopped as she recognized Padme. “—want.” she stiffened as she realized that Senator Binks was also in attendance. “How dare you?” she asked coolly.
“Queen Jamillia,” Padme began, her voice emotionless. “You are guilty of conspiring against Naboo and the Republic, you will be removed from the throne and your vestments stripped from you.”
Jamillia's eyes flared slightly as she looked back from the gungan to Padme.
“You have no authority to make such outrageous claims and accusations Senator! You serve by my appointment!”
“I have the same right of every citizen of Naboo.” Padme replied. “As to authority, we will have that sh
Unbroken Bond 2 Unbroken Family Chapter Seven"Hey, Mom, can I ask you something?" Kiki asked, threading her arm inside the sleeve of her cardigan.
Callie, folding up the hospital gown her daughter formerly resided in, turned around with a chipper smile as if nothing could make the emotion she was feeling disappear. "Anything you want, sweetheart. Fire away."
"Are you sure? Because I've been trying to ask you but it's always seemed like a touchy subject. I just don't want you to get upset or anything, you know?" Kiki felt her cheeks flare a little in embarrassment of her hesitation, but she also didn't want to cause her mother more distress than she already had.
But Callie merely broadened her grin and said, "I'll be fine. What is it?"
Clearing her throat, Kiki started, "Okay, well, um . . . uh, since the doctors said that I currently can't remember literally anything before yesterday, may I ask what exactly happened the day of my accident?"
Kiki immediately took notice of her mother's smile turning upside down. So it was a touchy
Battalia: HuntsmanGrannde Enterprises was an old building, one that had been out of production since the war. It was home to Battalia that had protected Westkeep and the nearby area, closer to town than the Derelict Industries base was to Mechanicsville. Even so, it was heavily guarded, and yet...Something had broken through, and more shockingly, destroyed the Battalia units within.
Outside the base, a young man named Chase Sabre stood there. He was a traveller, chasing the very monstrosity that had caused this damage. Along the way he had seen more than his fair share of destroyed robots and wreckage, but what was scariest of all was the fact that someone he loved was arguably the cause of it all.
Still, his hunt was only half the reason he was there, the other half was the wrecked Battalia he had encountered on the dusty trail, Maria.
Chase recognized her as an awakened Battalia, ones that had adapted beyond the already powerful stock versions called “Blank slates”. They had observed human
Oh No Sally 22 : by Dru(For Michelangeli)
Within an hour of O Girl's announcement going nationwide, the Director issued a statement. He ordered all agents to remain on duty and to carry on as normal. He denied outright O Girl's claims of a conspiracy and insisted that the FBI was the finest law enforcement agency in the United States. Any attack on the institution he headed was an attack on freedom and justice. In closing he requested that O Girl hand herself in to authorities because it was time she answered for all the deaths she had caused.
Sally was very displeased at being called a criminal, and accused by the very man she wanted to bring to justice of being an enemy of the law. But these were things she had expected to him to say, so it didn't upset her all that much.
Over the next day she watched closely as the smarter FBI agents ignored their orders and handed themselves in anyway. They all knew what Sally was capable of. And they knew what the bureau was capable of. And so they knew there was only o
Dystopia vs Utopia IIFree, free at last! Finally out. Where to go? Which way? Who cares? Just go! The figure walked along the road under smog-laden skies. It followed the wreckage of asphalt and twisted metal. Whatever lay ahead had to be better than the ruins behind it. It found a strange device in one car, a board with wheels. It tested the durability, and then stood on it. After a few tries, the figure was moving much faster. It gave a hum of pleasure. The scarf fluttered behind it. Traveling made easier, the figure pushed on hoping to find another city, one that wasn't destroyed. It doubted such a place existed. There couldn't be a place where the air was safe to breath and food readily available. Crows called out in indignation as they were interrupted from their meals. The figure didn't care.
The sun sank slowly below the horizon, the lamps lit up, and the figure continued reading. The elderly woman kept babbling on about something coming. It turned another page. It would not move or care unti
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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