February 2012
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You're the crazy one. || Harry and Dr. Harcourt
It was over all too quickly. A blur of what he hoped was misunderstanding. Someone of normal brain workings would simply shrug it off and think nothing of it. Harry Potter was not a normal anything.
Come on, Harry. Please. I worry about you.
I’m not going to see a bloody psychologist, Hermione, you’re daft.
She can help you.
I don’t need help.
Oh I beg to differ.
Piss off.
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You're nothing. You're everything. || Hinny
ginevra-m:
Just a year ago, Ginevra Weasley had been a bright young woman, with the ability to do just about anything she wanted with her life. She was intelligent, witty, driven; she worked hard, she was feisty, she was determined to make something of herself. A year ago, things had been so different for her, her life was relatively good compared to others. But, like so many other young people...
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Plot with me?
Plot with me?
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You're nothing. You're everything. || Hinny
The remembrance of a dreary day and the anticipation of another shone through the single window of the bedroom whose walls were painted a now fading shade of red. There was no recollection of the day prior and he prepared himself to go through another with the same consequence. Harry began the day as he did all of them, unwillingly immersed in his mind. He shunned it. He embraced it. He was a man...
Seeing as how my para with Luna has dissipated into nothingness along with Luna herself… Plot/Para? Anybody? I’ve nothing to do now. /creys
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I haven't finished a thing since I started my...
loon-a:
He never laid a hand on her, never raised his voice, but something about the look on his face made her feel like that was about to change. The moment was fleeting, but harsh; his body language was easy to read, obvious that he felt betrayed or confused or a million other adjectives that all assumed the same meaning: dissatisfaction. Green eyes didn’t dare flicker, leaving his gaze...
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I haven't finished a thing since I started my...
loon-a:
It was a cliché but inevitable routine ever since they’d been barely old enough to call themselves teenagers, the picking up and kissing and toothy smiles that coordinated so well with the rushed hellos before they dug deeper into conversations that usually only pertained to herself. But as Luna’s toes lifted inches off the ground, she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Her Harry was home where...
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I haven't finished a thing since I started my...
loon-a:
He was back. The sound of his voice on the other line surrounded by all the familiar noises of his flat made the blond giddy, happy even. It always surprised her how much she cared for the boy with the glasses whom she’d met in grade school, but then again, he had saved her life more times than she could count. And although he never hinted at it, Luna felt as if she owed him for saving...
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