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Quidditch Trial 19 by NightskyOkay, Acacia. Remember the rules from last time? My sister said to me as she we marched out to the grounds.
Kind of... I muttered. My sister stopped in her tracks and turned back to me, her eyes piercing through me.
Weve been practicing all summer and we must have gone over the rules at least a hundred times! She said, infuriated, All you need to remember is to dodge the bludgers, get the quaffle and shoot it through one of the opposing teams three goal posts.
I dont see why I have to do this. Im only a first year and you know theres no chance a first year will get on their house team! I screamed. I was pissed at my sister. I knew she only wanted to help me succeed like she did... And my other two sisters did... And my parents.
It didnt matter though, I had no chance. I threw the broom she had lent me onto the grass and stomped over, leaving her in the middle of the grounds, looking very dis
Erised Straeh Ym by Coqui-chan
It was Christmas Eve. The Great Hall was dressed so extravagantly in banners of red, green and gold, twelve large Christmas trees decorating it. Colourful baubles dangled from their branches as lovely angelic figurines stood atop the tree, humming a carol that seemed to put all who heard it at ease. The halls of Hogwarts castle were dressed just as festively, even the old, creaking suits of armour were forced to sing Christmas carols whenever someone passed. It was entertaining for more than one reason, for some of the older suits of armour forgot the words to the carol they were to sing. An atmosphere like this should put anyone into the holiday spirit. Not me.
Don't get me wrong, I really did adore Christmas. I loved the decorations, the gifts, and the time I was able to spend with my father. But this year something happened to really put a damper on my mood. I was not going home for Christmas. I had received the owl from my father a few weeks ago, but the disappointment was still fr
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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