Champange and Vegas

Drabbles while IJ is down!

2008-04-16T05:29:07Z

Title: Feathered Touch
Characters: Charlie Weasley/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 170
Rating: PG
Summary: Charlie notices Hermione.
Author's Note: Written for millieweasley, who requested Charlie/Hermione and UST or first love.

She was chewing on the end of her quill, the feathers gone and plucked from their end after so much use. There was a smidgen of ink on her lip, just so- and without a thought, without an argument from his mind, Charlie leaned over their barrier to brush it away.

The jolt she gave when he pulled away made him nearly regret his decision; only… they had felt soft and supple under the roughened pad and, for a moment, he fantasized the thought of red lips meshing hard beneath his own.

Lifting his thumb, his brazen gaze focused on her; “ink.” He said thickly, dying to trace those lips again, to move in with his mouth and his tongue, to taste what he could not have.

Hermione blushed, the curly frizzy hair ducking low to try and cover the redden cheeks as she gave a soundless nod of her head, avoiding his heavy gaze- only, the soft brown eyes rose, as if seeing this Weasley in sudden different light.

Title: I Got Me a Best Friend
Characters: Montague, Miles Bletchley
Word Count: 170
Rating: PG
Summary: Montague and Miles are hiding in hopes to do some fun.
Author's Note: This is for awaywithpixie, who requested Miles and Monty doing something "naughty". ;)

“Bugger up Miles!” Montague squirmed, body pressing almost uncomfortably close to his mate’s in the confined walls. Hand pressing against, what he hoped was his friend’s chest, Montague hissed another silencing remark before they both stopped- the only sound in the darkness their heavy breathing.

“He gone?” Miles hissed back after a long pause.

“Think so…” Montague respond, having one more listen before he laughed awkwardly, uncomfortable; as if the situation, now finished should have somehow become funny in their unease. Instead, Miles patted his friend on his back and pushed him out of the sinister dark of the cabinet, squeezing his shoulder a smidgen to hard.

“The toke then, my friend.” Miles managed, a lazy confident smirk easily rolling over his features with a grace that Montague envied in times of distress.

Looking around once more, as if sure Filch or someone else of equally uncomfortable caliber would find them in this abandoned room, Montague pulled out the rolled weed gaining another smirk and hand slap from his teammate.

Title: The Proper
Characters: Draco Malfoy, mentions other Slytherins
Word Count: 122
Rating: G
Summary: Draco has a problem with some of his housemates
Author's Note: This is for the_spinnersend who requested Montague/Verity. But you can read the couple as anyone you want ;)

They always walked in the common room as if they owned the place. Blonde tall, over-bearing; he acted like he never watched, he was Draco Malfoy; but they drew attention to themselves without drawing attention to themselves.

He hated them because he was much more important then them. He was the Malfoy heir, the direct son to both Malfoy and Black (because Mother’s imprisoned cousin did not count); he had no interest in the proper fifth years.

Outside the common room Draco took the scene, his charm, his pride- he was their God; inside- he was a mere spectator to them; and as they walked in, arm and arm, he scowled, Theo and Pansy both turning their attention to the ‘perfect couple’.

Wow...just wow.

2007-06-27T00:16:05Z

[20:07] mightysnuffles: if I had a really nice pimp cane, would you respect me?
[20:07] eccentriclypink: prlly not
[20:08] mightysnuffles: what do I need to do to earn you're respect?
[20:09] eccentriclypink: you have respect
[20:09] eccentriclypink: just not playa/hoe respect
[20:09] mightysnuffles: how do I get that?
[20:10] eccentriclypink: you don't
[20:11] eccentriclypink: not from me
[20:12] mightysnuffles: the bond between pimp and hoe is one of the most sacred and meaningful forms of friendship
[20:12] eccentriclypink: what?
[20:12] eccentriclypink: no it's not
[20:12] mightysnuffles: you heard me
[20:12] eccentriclypink: your on crack
[20:12] mightysnuffles: if by crack you mean heroine, then yes, yes I am
[20:13] eccentriclypink: LOL
[20:13] mightysnuffles: I just love wonderwoman
[20:13] eccentriclypink: O.o
[20:14] mightysnuffles: get it heroine
[20:14] mightysnuffles: hahah

More roleplaying junk

2007-06-07T15:16:36Z

Years roleplaying: Online? almost 6months not including my brief stint a year-ish ago.
Least favourite character? : I love them a lot, but Angelina or Hestia. Mostly because the boys like to take over in my head and they are content to stay in the background, unless something really important happens.
Male or female characters? : I always thought it was females I'd prefer, but the guys are just so much fun!
Oldest character played?: Hestia, she was my brief stint and then the first character I got on BD.
Newest character? : Montague, although I feel like he's the most active, he's so loud of the four of them.

Which character of yours would be most likely to...
Jump off a bridge? : None of them. I mean of all of them maybe Hestia, but even she wouldn't it's not logical or intelligent to do so no matter how bad life gets.
Kill somebody in a very unorthodox way? : Montague, but only because he's the only one to kill. The other's are all 'good and honest people'.
Be raped? : Hestia, but again hard pressed. She's small, but can hold her own. Was a hitwitch, however, her size is a factor. It's not hard to over take someone 5'3.
Get lost and refuse to ask for directions? : Omg, all of them. Montague and Charlie the worst, I agree with Millie on this, I think it's a men thing. Although Angelina could be just as bad. She's stubborn as hell. Hestia would try and figure it out on her own, only resorting to ask as a last resort.
Get lung cancer? : Charlie is the only one that even occasionally smokes....so Charlie?
Star in a horror movie? : Montague, he can be scary when he wants to be.
Star in a whore movie? : Angelina. She's not for it, but of the four, her.
Star in a video game? : Charlie, it'd be a sweet video game too.
Make the world a better place? : Hestia, Charlie, and Angelina all are in careers to do exactly that- Montague just wants everyone to leave him the fuck alone and doesn't care for the rest of the state of the world.
Have a torrid gay love affair? : Angelina.

Relate each word to a character of yours:
Love: Monty is in love right now, but won't admit it. Charlie and Hestia also are, but they've already had there drama over it, now Monty's in the forfront, and Angelina is pouting because we still don't have a Lee.
Hate: Also Monty. It's oh-so-interesting to have a Weasley and Monty shared in my head.
Money: Montague. Stupid rich pureblood.
Seduction: None? Montague maybe again? He likes to play games with Ver....
Lies: Omg...Monty again. I don't like this section because he's taken it over, the bastard.
Tragedy: Hestia. Charlie's a close second with his dead wife, but really Hestia has it worse.
Manipulation: None of them. Montague, maybe, but none of them are very good at it.
Violence: Ha, all of them have tempers, like to punch things, but since Montague is a Death Eater...
Politics: Angelina or Charlie. They both are kind of stuck dealing with it, Angelina even more so. And she hates the politics.
Fire: Charlie.
Ice: Montague.

Would you ever...
Play a prostitute?: If it so came up. Currently don't have any though.
Play a musician?: Probably, especially if it was a passion, I like passionate characters.
Play a pilot?: Not in my current RP, as it makes no sense.
Play a homosexual?: Yes, really they tell me what sex they prefers...so. Angelina is bi anyway, and is actively seeking some sex from Ginny (well not in game...yet).
Play a pedophile?: No, I mean if the character developed into one, then yes- but I don't think I'd be able to actively play the scenes.
Play a politician?: Probably.
Create a character for the sole purpose of smut?: Lol. Um, yes, but I think they'd probably develop to more then that.
Play a character who commits incest?: Uh...maybe? Depends on the situation.

April 6th? OMG!!!

2007-04-06T16:25:28Z

So...it's been over a month since I last posted here...even some silly stupid quote. Forgive me? beyonddark_rpg has become my new obbsession and it's all I do (besides school work). It's great fun, I play bd_charlie, bd_angelina, and bd_hestia.

For those few of you on my flist, if you're looking for a Harry Potter RPG, it's the place to be! Right now we're only open to cast DE's, Arthur, Bill, Lucius, Narcissa, Alicia, Fleur, Crabbe, and Flint. I also really want a Lee Jordan...but the modlie-types say we don't need him. (Angelina feels different ;) ESPECIALLY if Lee's PB is Gary Dourdan.)

Anyway, I'm having a fantasitc time, and I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long. I have Learning Defense almost finished, it's just Hestia gets pissy everytime I try and write Kingsley with anyone else (she and him have something going on in the RPG), so I have to distract her just to work on it ;)

And I also am still working on that piece that I promised a long time ago, Finding Mrs. Weasley, but as stated...so distracted lately.

I promise I'll try and work on it a bit over this long weekend, maybe pick up from my dry spell a little bit. Also, on a sadder note, I no longer have a paid account...but I'm not sure if I'll get it again, just because I am not on here so often anymore...but eh. We'll see.

Kisses to all!

Quote of the Day VII

2007-02-14T18:10:05Z

With a wicked grin he leaned down to whisper in Rose’s ear, “Don’t let him lie too you. Unless he’s been wrangling dragons without his pants, his arse is just as white as mine.” He said it just loud enough for Charlie to hear, then looked over and gave his brother a smirk.

~Ron Weasley (whose played by the wonderful Ang, on beyonddark_rpg.)

Quote of the Day VI (is that what we're on? I don't know)

2007-01-31T18:26:05Z

"Why does he have to be a dick because he's a victim? Couldn't he just be a dick? I personally don't have a problem with it. I DON'T think he's a dick because he's a victim. I think he's a dick who just happens to have been a victim."
~violetquill

On the TV show, House

Quote of the day V

2007-01-25T18:07:56Z

She liked Tonks – had from the second they’d set eyes on her in that first meeting. She had spirit, and as Lily was all spirit these days it was a quality she liked to look for in the living.
~jdbracknell

From: Remus Lupin and the Deathly Hallows

Quote of the day IV

2007-01-22T20:32:18Z

"For example, Sirius did not invent the phrase, ‘Ruthless or toothless, she’s mine.’”

Remus guffawed as his mind roved back to their later years in school, and the time after, before Harry was born. It was a confident proclamation that was invariably whispered into the ear of whichever friend happened to be closest when Sirius entered a pub and spotted a woman he wanted to meet. “How do you know he always said that?”

“Because Mum told me their Grandfather Pollux always shouted it while standing drunk on top of the formal dining table at Christmastime, just to aggravate Grandmother Irma. Of course Sirius had to adopt it.”
~Bratanimus

From: A Star Danced

Quote of the Day III

2007-01-13T07:18:18Z

But I stop in time, reminding myself that fire is not my friend.
~kerrymdb

From: Through the Floo

Quote for the day II

2007-01-07T04:29:17Z

"I think Orsino and Bathilda have just become my OTP, which is a bit of a worry. But who can resist a man filled with primordial magic?!"
~gilpin25

Orsino and Bathilda are briefly mentioned in Through a Mother's Eyes by mrstater.

Learning Defense 3/4

2007-01-05T18:50:44Z

Title: Learning Defense 3/4
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, N. Tonks-Lupin, Ginny Weasley
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG
Warnings: nothing really, should read last two parts before tackling this one or they won’t make sense.
Summary: Ginny works out, Tonks acts strange, Kingsley is offended, but they all decide to go out to dinner.

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Tonks stood next to Kingsley biting her lip. He kept giving her strange looks. She’d avoided any conversation with him the entire time Ginny and Ben had been working on the Course; it frustrated him because she wasn’t keeping his mind off Ginny. Not that she knew of his recent attraction to the younger woman, but her bubbly personality and humor always helped to distract him.

He gave her a sideways glance and she had her arms crossed tightly under her chest and her expression seemed far away; she was even leaning away from him, which was disconcerting. Not since the incident her first year of training had they not been able to talk to each other, to converse. He considered her a great friend, and her preoccupation was worrying; he only hoped everything was fine with her and Remus.

However, all worrying was put on hold when the end chime went off and the two trainees ran towards their mentors. All Kingsley registered was the way Ginny moved and her wide smile. As she stopped in front of them her huge grin exploded as she took heaving breaths. Kingsley did all he could from staring at her neck and breasts, although the sweat slowly trailing down that enticing neck made his efforts extremely difficult. Ginny seemed to also draw Tonks’ attention. Tonks gave a glance at Kingsley but when she found his gaze in her direction she turned away, blushing.

Kingsley, however, saw none of Tonks’ embarrassment, his gaze was so fixated on Ginny; he didn’t even notice Ben come up to him until he placed a hand on his shoulder. He swiveled around to take in the young man. He was smiling and Kingsley could tell he was hoping for input on how he’d done. Glad for the distraction he turned all his attention to his own trainee.

The two girls quickly moved away from the boys and Ginny again picked up that Tonks was distant. As she gave her her critique she felt that Tonks wasn’t all there, finally she stepped closer to her mentor. With a low voice she asked; “are you sure you’re alright?”

Tonks started, she was surprised at how unfocused she really was; shaking it off she gave a wide smile and looked Ginny in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit preoccupied.”

Ginny gave her a long look before slowly nodding at her. “As long as everything’s okay.”

“It is, really.” Tonks nodded, a smile on her face, but her eyes were still telling Ginny different. However, she pushed it aside as she saw Kingsley pat Ben on the shoulder and head over to them. Ginny caught Tonks, in the corner of her eye, move back slightly as he came up to them—and she also caught a quick glance of confusion in Kingsley’s eyes as she did. He seemed to completely ignore her and reached out to Tonks. As his hand went out to her she shuddered back causing an almost hurt expression to flash from his face.

This time Tonks caught it and immediately felt guilty. They had worked through their problems, times had changed…they had changed. Tonks turned to Kingsley and gave him a bright smile. “We should go out, the three of us.” She suddenly blurted out, though she meant it completely.

Ginny burst out with a happy laugh. “I completely agree! There’s a lovely muggle restaurant and bar right outside the Alley.” Quickly she stopped for a moment and bit the tip of her thumbnail, “but it’s a bit high-class, if that’s alright.”

Tonks nodded, Kingsley seemed unsure of himself and the girls both looked at him. “Oh, you can’t tell me you don’t own a nice suit King. All those months as the Prime Minister’s secretary…” Tonks teased.

He shook his head, “no, sorry. It sounds wonderful. You should invite Remus, Tonks.” He turned his gaze to her smiling slightly; he was very uncomfortable with the idea of going out with them if Ginny were to get all dolled up, yet he couldn’t come up with a good excuse to get out of it. Any attempts, however, to come up with an excuse disappeared as he heard Ginny speak up.

“Oh do, Tonks, do. I haven’t seen Professor Lupin in ages!” Tonks laughed aloud.

“Ginny he hasn’t been your professor in years…you can stop calling him that.”

The redhead gave an almost embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I just can’t seem to break it. And anyway, I think he secretly enjoys it.” She said, winking.

“Oh…he does.” Tonks voice was kind of low, almost secretive, as she responded.

The two women paused for a moment before exploding in giggles. Kingsley just stared at them both finding them completely daft.

Learning Defense 2/4

2006-12-30T17:45:00Z

Title: Learning Defense 2/4
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, N. Tonks-Lupin
Word Count: 2149
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: implied sexual ideas, actual sex
Summary: As training continues for Ginny, a flashback occurs to Tonks about her own trainee days.

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“You know I hear he’s amazing in the sack.” Helena leaned over the table, voice shushed and face flushed.

Young Susan’s eyes got wide, her cheeks dotted with red, as if she were half embarrassed and half fascinated in what her mentor was saying. Ginny just snorted, incidentally, getting the women’s attention.

“Where exactly did you hear that?” She asked staring at her thumbnail before biting at a piece of skin at the cuticle.

“Yes, Hel, do tell.” Tonks said with an unreadable look on her face.

Helena Tweaks looked put out for a moment, as if her glory suddenly had been shattered; however, she quickly recovered with a mischievous smile. “Heard it from someone.”

Tonks rolled her eyes, the unfamiliar look gone and rolled across the small kitchenette toward the mini-fridge.

Susan Bones still looked slightly captivated, yet was trying to seem disinterested. Helena picked it up and turned her entire attention on her trainee. With each new “revelation” Susan’s face grew a deeper shade of red.

Ginny blocked out the, what she thought was a completely inappropriate conversation, and looked down at the chipped linoleum table letting her mind wander over the day’s schedule. After break they had to run ‘the Course’ for two hours with Kingsley and his trainee…Ben or Bill or something. She only hoped by then the idiotic chat would be out of her head or she’d never be able to look at Kingsley seriously throughout the practice; not what one hoped when trying to impress the boss.

At the fridge Tonks had the door open and she was staring—but not really seeing—the inside contents. Instead her mind was in years past, when she was just a trainee.

She tripped and fell flat on her face, spitting the gravel ground out of her mouth. Raising up from the floor her palms digging into the sharp stones, Kingsley stood above her, an amused smile on his face as he offered her one of his large hands. Grateful she took her mentor’s grasp and stood up completely unabashed.

Dusting off her Course robes she looked up at him, her dark eyes twinkling. Kingsley began to open his mouth when something caught his eye and before she could react or respond she was being drug off, out of the Course and into what she’d thought, up until that moment, was a closed locker-room.

As the large door thudded to a loud close Tonks turned to Kingsley with a confused expression. “What was that all about?” She asked demandingly.

“Moody just stormed in, followed by Scrimegour. Means one—or more likely both—are bad-tempered and would have attacked the first trainee they came across. And as your not on top form today…”

She gave him a wry smile, “than I suppose I should be thanking you.” He returned the sentiment but said nothing else, just crossed his arms and turned to the closed door. Tonks stared at him for a long moment before sitting on the worn out bench, rubbing her sweaty palms on her robes. Nonchalantly she looked around at the worn down walls. The floor and edge of the walls had obvious water damage, and there was a slight stale odor in the air.

Kingsley glanced over at her and gave her another small smile before turning back to the door, as if worried someone would come bursting in. Tonks took the time to look over her superior. From the moment she’d become his trainee she’d admired him, he was the “strong silent type” and it intrigued her. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous and wealthy. He had charm and wit that the boys her age lacked; plus he was living her dream as a successful Auror.

She was more than a little attracted to him; more like had the hugest crush since Bill Weasley when she’d been a third year. Not that she ever planned to act on it, no matter how tempting it was…she’d learned that from experience.

Tonks unconsciously bit her bottom lip, her entire body flushing, causing her to involuntarily change. Kingsley, apparently satisfied that no one was going to burst in, turned around…only to drop his arms to his sides and nearly gasp. Tonks short purple hair had grown long, dark, and wavy—and it suited her well. Too well.

She looked up and their eyes caught; it was cheesy and somewhere in the back of her mind she thought it was like those horrid romance novels her mother read; yet somehow none of it mattered. There was no love in the gaze, no adoration, just pure desire. She had no idea where it had come from; he’d never shown interest before—only mild camaraderie—but there it was, and considering she knew she’d never get another chance she quickly stood up (hoping it had been elegant and sexy) and began to saunter over to him. She saw his eyes begin to widen, and for once she was doing something right.

As she began to work her way around the other bench her foot caught on something and she tumbled foreword. Her hands shot out trying to grab onto anything that would break her fall; her mind was chastising her for ruining the only instance she had, until suddenly his sturdy arms were around her, holding her upright, holding her together.

He didn’t move, and neither did she; his arms wrapped more comfortably around her and she buried her embarrassed face into his robe and breathed in. She couldn’t believe neither of them had pulled away, it was so out-of-character for them both, yet it felt good. He smelled good, a little like sweat and thyme; it reminded her of a garden and someone—she wasn’t sure who, the gardener she supposed—but it was a good memory. Finally, however, he gently pushed her away. His pupils were dilated and his brow was roughened. They stared at one another again, and again she felt that tug of…something…

Suddenly she had a flash, as if a premonition and she knew exactly where this would end up. And for some reason instead of being embarrassed, although she felt her cheeks burn slightly, she took action. If two ungraceful tumbles couldn’t ruin her chances than being foreword wouldn’t be any worse.

Her entire body pressed against his; her small pale hands steadily wrapped themselves around his arms, her body melded to his as her lips slid over his. Not even meaning too, her eyes closed and she lost herself; especially as she felt Kingsley’s thick tongue slowly press against hers.

Her knees buckled as he ran his tongue across her back teeth, but Kingsley’s hand ran agonizingly down her back, teasingly across her bum, and rested right beneath the curve, holding her in place. With a gasp she lightly bit down on his lip and with a deep groan his other hand moved flittingly down her curves to her thigh and he lifted her up—Tonks legs wrapped around him—and he carried her towards a doorway, his lips gone from hers but instead nibbling down her neck.

Tonks bit her own lip to hold back a moan as they were suddenly somewhere with counters and he was setting her atop one.

As he pulled away Tonks arms shot out and she pulled him against her again at the same time slipping her hands under his robes, sliding them off his shoulders. As they fell to the floor one of Kingsley’s hands found itself under her shirt cupping her small breast, the other wrapping itself around the back of her neck as he bit down the front curve.

Tonks felt the muscles beneath her hands contract and she couldn’t help but shudder. However, as her spine tingled she pushed away from him, forcing his hand from under her shirt and as he gave her a strange look her arms crossed over herself lifting the shirt up and over her head.

For a moment Kingsley didn’t move; his pupils shrank to pinpricks however, and unconsciously he licked his lips causing Tonks to smile through a blush.

Again it crossed her mind how it was so out-of-character, but the thought didn’t last long as suddenly his warm breath was on her skin, and his hands curled around her sides. She was then very aware at how large his hands were as she felt both his thumbs trace around her belly-button.

The thought was banished when he dropped a small kiss on her collarbone and her breath picked up with anticipation. Tonks hands ran up to his shoulders and down his sides to the front of his trousers as her hands clumsily—but effectively—undid them.

She bit her lip again as he moaned and abruptly her bra was gone and his mouth was surrounding her painfully erect nipples. Tonks leaned back trying to give him more access, her eyes opening just a slit only to gasp to find he was watching her with intense dark eyes.

For some reason the idea he’d been watching her as she’d writhed in pleasure was so hott she couldn’t help but take his face in her hands and pull his lips back to her own. As she did, Kingsley pulled her to the edge of the counter and forced his slimmer hips between her legs. Tonks gasped as her wet jeans came in contact with a very large erection. And as with her bra, suddenly her pants and knickers were gone; for a split second she was amazed he was able to concentrate enough to vanish anything, but the sudden thrust of his hips—his boxers scratching against her naked cunt—and a slight nibble on her ear, and all coherent thought was gone.

As he ran his teeth across her chin he gently pushed her body back so she was lying across the counter and then with a meticulous slowness he slid his fingers across her thighs and over her calves to softly wrap them around her ankles and pull her lower body flush with his own.

She leaned up slightly to take a glance at him to find that he was still staring at her with the same intensity, the same lust; and she shuddered from it all. She wanted to grab him—any part of him—his arms, face, legs, torso…it didn’t matter, but somehow she knew he wouldn’t let her. Instead he lowered smirking lips to her clit and lightly brushed against it before moving his hands up her legs again to press them further apart. Tonks let out a stuttered breath as she tried to sit up.

Kingsley’s right hand shot out and pressed her back down while caressing her neck with his callused thumb. Again Tonks laid down without much protest, causing another smirk from the black Auror. Keeping his right hand around her neck his other hand suddenly was touching and caressing every part of her, making her wetter than before and squirming for release.

One finger roughly entered her; it caused her to buckle her hips. She heard his deep chuckle but she wasn’t able to do anything as he forced in another and she moaned aloud. She felt his fingers curve inside her and then furiously begin to move; suddenly she was seeing stars. No one had quite fucked her like that, with only his fingers and his eyes.

Her first orgasm came so fast she was barely able to register it; but the second was joined with his lips hard pressed onto hers. Her lips were red and swollen, she responded with teeth and tongue buckling hard against his pounding fingers. The second one was drawn out, started by the sudden light brush across a pink nipple and finished with his thumb teasing her clit.

Even as the tremors died down, her body was numb with pleasure. She could barely open her eyes she was so relaxed.

Ginny was suddenly shaking her shoulder. With a start Tonks looked up at the young red-head.

“Are you alright?” She asked looking slightly concerned. “You’re kind of flushed.”

Tonks gave a shaky smile and looked around. Helena and Susan were gone; the break-room was empty except for them. “Yeah, I’m fine. Where’d Tweaks and Bones go?”

Ginny have a bright smile. “Breaks over, they headed out.”

“Oh,” was all Tonks responded, still disoriented with her flashback.

Ginny gave her another concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Her hand was resting gently on her mentor’s shoulder. Tonks brushed her off.

“I’m fine; let’s get back to work.” She replied standing up quickly. Ginny didn’t look quite convinced but nodded.

“Alright, Kingsley’ll be getting worried if we don’t hurry, yeah?” She smiled and Tonks tried to return it, but as the younger woman said Kingsley Tonk’s mind jolted right back to the memory and she could only fight a slight shudder.

THE DOOR'S OPEN!!!!

2006-12-21T19:29:03Z

BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER!!!!

Except last time when she told us when Half-Blood Prince would be out.

That's right, the door, it's open.

Quote for the day

2006-12-20T15:28:06Z

"Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

Which means you're fuckin hot." ~ mr_yer_on_fire

^_^_^_^_^

Memoirs of the Grey

2006-12-12T18:45:41Z

For potterverse100, Charlie Weasley.

Title: Memoirs of the Grey
Characters: Charlie/Liz
Word Count: 698
Prompt: #67 Eyes
Rating: PG
Warnings: some innuendo
Summary: Charlie reads a book and Liz catches him.

The room was dark besides one yellow flame glowing and flickering, casting shadows across his freckled face. Her eyes twinkled as she took in his undisturbed appearance. His brow was lined with concentration and the corner of his lip was being meticulously chewed on.

She couldn’t tell what he was reading but he was really into it, whatever it was. Very quietly she walked to him, the plump carpet cushioning her bare feet. He still hadn’t looked up by the time she was right in front of him. She wiggled her toes in the soft flooring and smiled as she caught the title. She had wondered where that book had gotten off too.

Leaning down she gently pressed her lips to his forehead, missing the flicker of his amused eyes and the quick disregard of the book as his callused hands reached out and pulled her distracted body into his lap and on top of the book. With a gasp she stumbled into sitting position, and with another gasp, she lifted up and pulled the book from beneath her to hold it accusingly up to his face. He looked rightfully apologetic.

“Sacred book means no sitting on it.” Liz said with a grin. “And how long have you had this? I’ve been looking everywhere for it. Mum owl’d earlier this week and said a muggle paper wanted me to review it. I have to review to review!”

Charlie raised an eyebrow as he plucked it from her grasp. “You haven’t read it yet?”

“Of course I have you daft man! But it’s been awhile since I read it last and I wouldn’t be very articulate if I was going off memory alone.”

“Mmm…” he was looking up at her with a pensive expression on his face; Liz looked at him for a second before lightly hitting him.

“Charlie! You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” His eyes rose to hers.
“No, not really. What were you saying?” He said with a grin, she rolled her eyes.

“Nevermind,” she paused “so do you like the book?”

He had the thoughtful look on his face again for a long moment before answering. “Yeah, I do.” He paused as well, as if deciding something. Making up his mind he looked straight at her, “are you related to the girl in this book?”

Liz blinked. “What?”

Charlie paused, “nothing, nevermind.” He tried to push her off as if embarrassed, but Liz grabbed the arm of the chair and his sleeve holding him in place.

“Charlie. I’m not laughing at you, but why do you think I’m related to her?”

He wouldn’t meet her eyes but began speaking. “Well, she’s Japanese and—they’ve mentioned a few times that she has light colored eyes…I just—well, I thought it was strange that you do too.”

With a slow smile she leaned down and kissed him lightly. “No, there’s no relation…” she stopped abruptly and bit the inside of her cheek, this time not able to catch his eye. Charlie tilted his head before slowly resting his hand on the small of her back.

“Lizzie?”

She looked at him a bit guilty, “Hun…that’s actually a—fictional book.” As she said it his eyebrows raised.

“What?” He was completely disbelieving. “But…it’s Memoirs of a Geisha, you don’t write memoirs if they aren’t real!” He seemed almost livid, as if the book had personally insulted him. Liz turned in her seat so she was straddling him and kissed him lightly on the mouth, effectively stopping what could have turning into a tirade.

“I want you to know I am terribly flattered that you think I could be related to a geisha.” She said quietly resting her forehead on his. Charlie smiled and wrapped his arms loosely around her.

“I just hope you prefer me over my best friend.” As he said it Liz pulled away from him slightly, giving him a long look before leaning in again to kiss him. When she pulled away her voice, as she spoke, was less quiet and more husky.

“I want you also to know that you remembering that terribly turns me on,” and she leaned in for another kiss.

Star Struck, Charlie Weasley

2006-12-09T16:54:27Z

Written for potterverse100, Charlie Weasley.

Title: Star Struck
Characters: Charlie
Word Count: 133
Prompt: #76 Harry
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Ron writes about meeting Harry to his older brother.

He looked down at the letter; his jaw was still quite open in shock. He couldn’t quite believe it was true, yet the letter said different.

From the time he was eight years old he had almost hero-worshipped the kid. Consciously he realize he’d just been a baby and couldn’t have knowingly defeated him; but that hadn’t stopped the rumors and the stories. And even as he’d gotten older he still envisioned him as someone older, cooler, a man of amazing power; like a younger version of Merlin, or Dumbledore.

Yet this letter made it obvious that he wasn’t; and it was kind of pathetic, he decided, that his littler brother was less star struck than he was. He only hoped that when he finally met the-boy-who-lived he’d be able to remain level-headed.

Cold winter

2006-12-08T23:25:24Z

You know what's bad? I have a NEW layout already up, and it's been under a month since I made the last one. I just am really in the Christmas spirit lately. So it's all pretty, at least I think so. Now I'm off to enjoy...something...hot chocolate, I think. Because I want me some warm yummy chocolate.

(19º is NOT happy weather, especially without the snow)

No Two Alike, for lionille

2006-12-07T16:54:49Z

Title: No Two Alike
Word Count: 233
Rating: PG
Summary: Charlie and Luna enjoy the winter snow.
Author's Note: This is for lionille who requested Charlie/Luna.
I went a little over on the 100 word count; I was really challenged writing Charlie/Luna because it’s such a strange pairing to me, but after writing it...I think I may just have to write more in the future. Actually I just need to write drabbles more often, I forgot how fun they were.

I hope you like it lionille!

There was a glistening white snowflake perched upon the tip of her glove and she was staring at it with such wide intense eyes; the same way she stared at nearly everything. He watched as her expression slowly saddened as the white star melted against the heat of her fingers; and then brigten again as three fell to replace it.

“You know,” he started, “no two snowflakes are alike.” Finishing he smiled and leaned upon an old worn out fencepost. Luna turned to him, her intense gaze now fixed on his face.
“Not true, the wankybird eats the doubles of every snowflake, and they are very thriving creatures. In America they managed to get two that the wankybirds hadn’t caught.” Luna replied tilting her flushed face, a small smile gleaming in her blue eyes. Charlie stared for a moment, debating whether or not to ask her what a ‘wankybird’ was, but decided against it, his own large dimpled smile radiating from his cheeks.

He reached out to her with a gloved hand that she turned away from to look up into the sky. “Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to see one, I hear they prefer mountianous ranges.” Chuckling under his breath Charlie dropped his arm and instead walked behind her putting a hand on her lower back and turned his gaze skyward as well.

“Maybe.” He replied and she gracefully leaned into him.

12 Grimmauld, round robin

2006-12-01T20:41:09Z

Title: Sick, Sad Song
Author: islablack
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron, Remus
Word Count: 114
Prompt: #85 Friendship
Rating: PG
Warnings: drunkeness
Summary: AN: Still on the trail of ‘round robins’ we’ve started “section 2” as we will like to call it. It is not in line with “section 1” but has roots there. For example, Ginny wants Kingsley, Kingsley wants Tonks, Tonks wants Kingsley but she loves Remus, oh, and Kingsley slept with Ginny. All of those above stay true, just with new characters and plots added in. For the whole list go to our table. This is number 15, for Section 2.

The two young men in the damp dark cellar of 12 Grimmauld place were rolling around on the floor laughing; their bottles, half full, lying forgotten next to them. So enraptured in their own amusement they did not hear someone call down to them when they broke out into particularly loud giggles. Nor did they hear the door shut and footfalls come down the steps. It wasn’t until the person was right in front of them clearing their throat that either of the boys even noticed him.

Remus stared at the drunken minors with a half amused, half concerned stare. Although he quickly wiped it from his face as Ron looked up at him.

Title: Ode to Rocko
Author: the_spinnersend
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron, Remus
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #68 Spirit
Rating: PG13
Warnings: drunkenness, puke
Summary: AN: Still on the trail of ‘round robins’ we’ve started “section 2” as we will like to call it. It is not in line with “section 1” but has roots there. For example, Ginny wants Kingsley, Kingsley wants Tonks, Tonks wants Kingsley but she loves Remus, oh, and Kingsley slept with Ginny. All of those above stay true, just with new characters and plots added in. For the whole list go to our table. This is number 16, for Section 2.

The fire seemed to leave Ron’s eyes at once. His face turned from pinkish to green. Remus took a step back. Ron’s vomiting turned out to be the violent sort, projectile even. Harry seemed to find it the funniest thing he’d seen. He clapped Ron on the back exclaiming “That’s the spirit!” Remus did not find it very spirited considering his robes were dripping with rancid contents of Ron’s stomach. After Mr. Weasley seemed to have clamed down Remus ordered the two boys to stand as he cast a ‘scorgify’ on their clothes and the cellar floor.
“Monkeys...are wicked fictitious.” Giggled Harry.

Title: Jokes All Around
Author: islablack
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron, Remus
Word Count: 122
Prompt: #30 Stairs
Rating: PG
Warnings: drunkenness
Summary: AN: Still on the trail of ‘round robins’ we’ve started “section 2” as we will like to call it. It is not in line with “section 1” but has roots there. For example, Ginny wants Kingsley, Kingsley wants Tonks, Tonks wants Kingsley but she loves Remus, oh, and Kingsley slept with Ginny. All of those above stay true, just with new characters and plots added in. For the whole list go to our table. This is number 17, for Section 2.

Remus very slowly turned to the boy-wonder, his eyes wide Ron took a deep breath seeming to lose the green from his cheeks before laughing hysterically, Harry joining soon after. Remus took a deep breath as well before leaning down and picking up a bottle to take a swig.
- - -
“And-and then…she took a bite out of it!” Remus spit out trying not to laugh. The younger men stared at him wide eyed a moment before laughing out loud.

“Oh-oh-oh man, just like that. Really?” Ron said grabbing his sides.

“Yeah, yah, right outside the ministry too!” That started up both their giggles again. So absorbed in their own amusement the three did not even hear the commotion starting upstairs.

Title: To the Beat
Author: the_spinnersend
Characters/Pairings: Charlie, Hermione
Word Count: 114
Prompt: #27 Music
Rating: G
Warnings: loud music
Summary: AN: Still on the trail of ‘round robins’ we’ve started “section 2” as we will like to call it. It is not in line with “section 1” but has roots there. For example, Ginny wants Kingsley, Kingsley wants Tonks, Tonks wants Kingsley but she loves Remus, oh, and Kingsley slept with Ginny. All of those above stay true, just with new characters and plots added in. For the whole list go to our table. This is number 18, for Section 2.

Before Hermione could respond a loud banging began below them. The two looked at the floor then moved to the hall to investigate. Hermione put her hands over her ears.

“WHAT IS THAT?!” She yelled.

“MUSIC.” He yelled back.

She looked doubtful. The two moved down the stairs towards the parlour. Hermione was secretly glad to have an excuse to escape Charlie.

As they approached the room Kingsley and Tonks were sneaking along from the other end of the hall. Hermione noticed Tonks cheeks were pink and wondered why. She realized neither Tonks nor Kingsley were in the trio’s welcoming party.

“Must have just arrived” she mumbled, though no one would hear her anyway.

Alien on Broadway

2006-11-08T21:50:29Z

Title: Alien on Broadway
Author: islablack
Word count: 814
Characters: Harry/Ginny
Song: Bright Lights – Matchbox 20
Rating: PG
Summary: Ginny reads a letter from Harry.

She stared out the cloudy window. She’d been in the city for over a fortnight and she was beginning to wonder if New York ever saw a sunlit day. The people at her office swore to her it wasn’t usually like this, but somehow Ginny felt the skies were empathizing with how she felt inside; dark, gloomy, and depressed.

She watched as the people below ran towards their destination, a subway tunnel, to hail a cab, or rushing into a building off the sidewalk. They all had places to go, people to see, and here she was half way across the world and she was sitting in her flat…moping. Ginny realized that she’d never been so miserable before, even when Harry’d first broken up with her. However, for whatever reason his betrayal was worse than his abandonment, and yet, for all he’d done to her, all he’d said, she still loved him; still wanted to be with him.

As a couple walked slowly together in the rain Ginny felt a pang of shame run through her and she looked back down at the owl she’d gotten from him and sighed.

Dear Ginny,
I hope everything’s going alright in New York for you; everyone really misses you around here. Your mum keeps talking about how she’s going to send you your birthday gift, I offered Hedwig, but she keeps declining. I think she’s holding it back in hopes you’ll come home for it.

I know I really shouldn’t be writing, but I couldn’t leave what happened behind without some explanation.

I love you. Ever since the summer of my fifth year I’ve loved you and I know I’ve royally screwed up. I also know there’s very little I can say that will make up for what I did, but I want to at least try. Because, Ginny, I can’t see my life without you, no matter what happens.

I do know that no matter what I say, no matter what the explanation, it will not atone for what I did, but I do want you to understand why, even though it was selfish and uncouth of me. I also know that trying to explain anything in a letter would be nearly as bad…and so I’m proposing something to you that you are more then welcome to turn down. I’d like to meet you somewhere, wherever you designate it, to talk.

I will understand if you cannot stand the idea of seeing me…Just let me know.
Love,
Harry

As her eyes filled with tears she crumpled the parchment and made to throw it, instead, however, she pressed it hard to her chest staring blindly out at the buildings around her. She sat like that for hours, even as the grey sky turned black and then was alight with neon lights.

As a clock chimed somewhere in the building Ginny suddenly stood up, dropping the crushed paper and turned away from the sparkling lights and headed straight out the door.

With no cover she stepped out into the pouring rain, hair getting heavy it left red streaks down her pale cheeks. She took long heavy steps, her eyes moving rapidly as they read building names and street signs.

One homeless man, under the cover of a small storefront roof, watched as she passed by him, resolute eyes that blazed with purpose.

However, Ginny saw none of this; her mind was focused on one thing, her destination. The closer she got the harder she clenched her jaw. And with a heavy breath, her nails digging into the skin of her palms, her bare frozen foot stepped off the curb and headed straight toward the middle of the road. Ignoring the honking of horns, the yelling of the drivers, she stood dead center in Times Square and looked up.

The sky itself was black, not a star visible, but rising high above her was the bright lights of the buildings, gleaming against her, almost illuminating her as she stood amongst the angry bustle of Americans.

Blinking against the freezing cold rain she stared up and up into the endless sky, the lights bending and swirling around her. It felt as though the darkness, instead of the light, was creeping into her consciousness; so with a shake of her head, her knotted locks tossing water she raised eyes to the heavens and screamed.

Her voice carried on and on echoing against the canyon of metal. Even as she stopped the first time it rang and as it returned to her ears she lifted her arms and screamed once again.

As she let the sound carry through the air, surrounding her, she stared into the falling rain and she felt a warm presence next to her. Very slowly she lowered her arms and turned to whoever it was. Gasping she took an involuntary step back. There stood Harry Potter…

6/10

Puzzle Pieces, Chapter 2, Part II

2006-11-08T19:54:01Z

Title: Puzzle Pieces, Chapter 2, Part II
Word Count: 1161
Rating: G
Warnings: terrified young student
Summary: Laertes has his first talk with the Headmistress.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

His eyes widened and his back straightened as he saw who it was. Laertes felt the sweat begin to prickle at his brow as he made eye contact with his headmistress.

Her brows were raised for a moment and a wry smile was on her lips, Laertes wasn’t sure what exactly that meant. He bit the inside of his cheek and clenched his fists in nervousness hoping he looked presentable even just slightly.

As his shoulders raised she glanced at him over her glasses and he immediately dropped them fearful he’d made her more angry. As he tried to will himself to calm down the Headmistress turned around and took a stately stance in a chair at the table.

Getting herself comfortable she turned to Laertes and gave him a slight smile. “Mr. Flaunting, please sit…” McGonagall waved her hand making the chair next to her pull out, scratching loudly on the floor. Confused he stumbled slightly making his way to the seat.

Still completely terrified he folded his hands awkwardly in his lap. He was nearly on the edge of the seat, sweat pouring down his back. He was so happy at Hogwarts and here he’d already screwed up, sure to be expelled. His mum would be so disappointed.

He tried to make contact with the piercing green gaze, but she seemed to be sizing him up and it made him uncomfortable. He really, really wanted to stay. He’d never had a lot of friends, he’d moved around a lot, and here he already had four, the thought of leaving them was excruciating. He got ready to beg to stay, to be forgiven, to say anything to stop his expulsion.

“So, a young Gryffindor. You already remind me of your father.” There was a nostalgic look in her eye.

All pleas died in his throat and he stared at McGonagall with stark confusion. “I—what?” Immediately the twinkle left and she stared at him stoic.

“I met him once or twice, I vaguely knew your mother. They were good people.” Any warmth seemed to have died on her face for a moment, as if she didn’t believe what she was saying.

Laertes was completely silent, he had no idea what to make of it all, he shifted uneasily and she looked up at him.

“So, young man, what exactly were you doing on those stairs?” She asked him with a straight face, although Laertes thought he saw a hint of a smile in her eyes. And although he saw the twinkle his fear overruled him. He knew he had done wrong and he only hoped that witches couldn’t read minds. Although he didn’t want to be expelled, he would sacrifice himself to keep his friends safe.

“I—it was an accident. I was in the library and accidentally fell through.” His voice stuttered and cracked as he first began his lie but the further in his voice got stronger until he was sure he sounded confident in his lie. McGonagall gave him an even look for a moment before nodding.

“We’ve never had any student find that particular passage. Not even our most famous pranksters. It would be most appreciative if you were to put it out of your mind, hm?”

Laertes blinked for a moment and then nodded wetting the inside of his dry mouth. “Al—“ He stopped and cleared his throat, “alright.” She gave him a small smile and a bend of her head.

All was really quiet for a long moment and Laertes fidgeted as the Headmistress took a long drink from the cup in front of her. Slowly she turned her gaze back to him. “So…” she paused as if to say something else and looked far away for a moment before starting again. “Tomorrow is your first day of classes.”

It was a statement and not a question. Laertes nodded.

“Potions, correct?”

He nodded again. McGonagall smiled slighty once more.

“Professor Weasley is a wonderful teacher, you should learn a lot from her. I believe you are paired with Ravenclaw, you should be with her son then.”

It was Laertes turn to smile, remembering the small shy boy on the train and the timid friend as his mother cheered in his honor. He looked up at McGonagall and gave a nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

She nodded curtly in return, her eyes twinkling. She went to speak again but the door behind them opened up; a door Laertes hadn’t even noticed. In walked a petite thin redhead. Her eyes got wide as she saw the young Laertes sitting there.

McGonagall waved at her. “Young Flaunting found our library passage.” Instead of being comforted, if possible, she became even more surprised.

“But, no…how?”

It seemed to dawn on McGonagall for the first time to ask that same question. She turned to Laertes curiously, “Yes, how Mr. Flaunting?”

Laertes swallowed heavily, again not wanting to persecute his friends; with another grave swallow he opened his dry mouth, “I-I,” he coughed and pulled his tongue from the roof of his mouth, “I leaned on a bookshelf and it fell over.”

McGonagall and the woman glanced at one another before looking back at the terrified young man. It suddenly occurred to Laertes that it was very possible witches could read minds, making it useless to lie; but before he could tell the truth the unnamed professor spoke up.

“Ah, well, it was bound to happen sometime. Try not to let anyone else know, alright?” She gave him a wink.

“Mr. Flaunting this is Professor Wood, she will be your Transfiguration teacher.”

Laertes nodded at her politely, his nerves completely shot. He was starting to decide that maybe going home might not be such a bad idea; it had to be better for his health at least. However, flashes of what his life had been like before, school after school, no friends, disappointments and bullies; losing his sanity was a simple thing to give up to stay in the grand castle.

As that thought flitted away he realized his Professor had been talking to him.

“—and then we’ll move on to teapots!” She beamed at him, her hands clasped together in front of her. “It should be a lot of fun!” Laertes smiled at her totally lost. Luckily the Headmistress walked over to him and began to lead him towards the door.

“I hate to break-up this wonderful chat, but, Aislin I have something to discuss with you. If you wouldn’t mind Mr. Flaunting?” She opened the same door Professor Wood had come through.

Laertes bowed his head slightly. “I’m really sorry about this Professor.”

She gave him another small smile. “Quite alright young man. Now, I’m sure your friends are wondering where you are…” Laertes gave a quick grin which made McGonagall’s eyes twinkle. “And, please, tell your father I said ‘hello’, hmm?” Then before Laertes could respond or question she shut the door leaving him invigorated but terribly confused.

Part of Puzzle Pieces series.

Working Deligently

2006-11-08T18:23:33Z

My new layout is up an running. Go check it out. It's from the 10th Kingdom TV miniseries.

I'm, as your reading this, typing up the next Puzzle Pieces part. And then my 10tunes. Then a nice story called Finding Mrs. Weasley. Well that one has to be finished. But anyway. I'm working. I should see you all within an hour or two. :)

Remember, Remember...

2006-11-05T18:02:40Z

As I promised. It is the fifth of November and here is my special little image. You are allowed to use it for pretty much any reason, as long as you give me credit. :)

If you read vgcats I suggest you tally on over for the Halloween special.

Twenty Random Facts About Charlie Weasley

2006-11-02T14:40:29Z

Title: Twenty Random Facts About Charlie Weasley
Rating: G
Word Count: 553
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for the Twenty Random Facts Fest.

1. Charlie's eyes are very dark brown; and more often then Molly ever liked to admit, they sparkled with mishef.

2. He did in fact make prefect his fifth year but rarely did his prefect duties.

3. What few people know is he was approched by a Chudley Cannon's rep his seventh year but turned them down in favor of dragon work. Charlie still hasn't told Ron.

4. Charlie's favorite color is black, but has no idea why.

5. All through school Tonks and him were best mates, lately they have been out of contact.

6. Charlie gets along with all of his siblings but Bill and him were the closest.

7. He won't admit it but Charlie is a Momma's boy. Very rarely has Molly ever raised her voice to her second oldest. He usually needed only a stern look.

8. Charlie's favorite dragon is the Antipodean Opaleye. They rarely have them on the reserve though.

9. He tried to grow out his hair long once. Bill and him were going to tease their mother over Christmas hols one year, but before it made it to his shoulders he cut it off again. He couldn't stand it getting in his eyes.

10. When Harry gave the reserve the Ridgeback, Charlie and the others found that 'Norbert' was indeed female. But he hasn't told anyone back home in fear it'll leak back to Hagrid.

11. Charlie is the only one of the entire family that can 100% of the time tell Fred and George apart. He's never once gotten them confused.

12. Charlie's middle name is Francis. He has never told anyone, nor does he intend too.

13. He fell madely in love with Tonks' best friend around sixth year on but when he went to tell the girl a Ravenclaw prefect asked her out and he's never mentioned it again. He still has the feelings buried.

14. When Charlie was nine he tried to stow away into Bill's trunk to sneak into Hogwarts with him. It worked up until Molly needed him to help with the twins and the entire family went in search of him. When they found him he was nearly passed out from lack of air.

15. Charlie's biggest fear is drowning or suffocating. He's pretty sure this is because he got locked in Bill's trunk.

16. The first girl Charlie ever kissed was a pretty brunnette from Slytherin, but she hated him after that, and so hasn't told anyone. The second girl was Tonks, and afterwards they both agreed it was like kissing a sibling.

17. Charlie really enjoys that his birthday is in winter. Although he hates having to spend it in Romania, because it gets way to cold.

18. Charlie's hair is very curly. When it gets long the curls drag out and become more wavy. He hates this.

19. On the right side of his back he has a Ironbelly tattoo. Under it simply says Nov. 15th, 1993. He refuses to tell anyone what it means.

20. Charlie has seven scars from the dragons. But the one he's most proud of is the one right under his left knee he got trying to teach George how to ride a broom.

Twenty Random Facts About Hestia Jones

2006-11-02T13:54:33Z

Title: Twenty Random Facts About Hestia Jones
Rating: G
Word Count: 373
Warnings: None.
Notes: Written for the Twenty Random Facts Fest.

1. Hestia has a younger sister named Ginger. The two of them very rarely get along.

2. Hestia was sorted into Ravenclaw as year behind N. Tonks and Charlie Weasley.

3. Hestia is an animal-lover.

4. When Hestia was a fourth year she beat up a girl for hurting an animal. Other than that she has never done anything violent.

5. Also in her fourth year she developed a HUGE crush on Charlie Weasley but to this da she doesn't think he knows who she is.

6. She is terrified of heights. In fact she doesn't even own a broom.

7. When Hestia was four her Grandmother was killed by Death Eaters. Her parents told her it was of natural causes and she didn't learn the truth until after the second war started.

8. She loves Divinatation but thinks a lot of the current Seers are full of crap.

9. When she gets nervous she tends to chew the ends of her hair.

10. After graduation Hestia surprised everyone by becoming a hitwitch instead of working with animals.

11. Hestia is a half-blood. Her mother is a pure-blood, maiden name King, and her fater is muggle-born. Her parents ran off to get married and came back after Hestia was born.

12. She has hazel-green eyes that twinkle when she feels strong emotion.

13. Her Papa King has spoiled her rotten since she was a baby.

14. She rents a small cabin from an elderly muggle couple. She magically expands the back room for any injured wildlife.

15. Even during her years at Hogwarts Hestia has never had any close friends.

16. Hestia owns five cats, two which are kneazles, three completly non-magical dogs, and two owls.

17. Hestia owns a pair of muggle Converse that she wears to work every day.

18. She has had only one boyfriend. He was a muggle, it was right out of Hogwarts and it went all wrong when he found out she was a witch and she had to obliviate his memory.

19. Her favorite color is purple but most of her home is in green and blue.

20. Someday she really wants to visit a magical bird reserve.