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Aug. 2nd, 2006 | 10:37 pm

Guys, you all know I love you to death.
But I have far too many communties.
I would just make another journal for communities, but a few of them have stopped accepting members, so the easiest thing?
Make a brand new journal.
And I have.
It's a pretty spiffy name, if I do say so myself.
And I do.
So, I will be adding you lot over there.
And certain people, like miss Faith and black_goose and everyone else that I'm close with who friends their entries...if you do not add me there..I will cry.
I need her.
She's like a source of life.
But, so yes.

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Mwuahahaha. Ficccy!

Apr. 19th, 2006 | 12:16 pm

Title: Sometimes She Wonders...
Rating: PG at most.
Pairing: Zacharias Smith/Daphne Greengrass, Minor Theodore/Tracey and Draco/Ginny
A/N: I luff _____faith, and I really loved the whole idea of the Slytherin Mass Migration. So here's a little something inspired by it. And I know it may confuse you slightly by refusing to use names for the most part...but I think it adds to the effect of it all. _____faith..This is a giftie to you.

Sometimes she wonders.... what if she had stayed behind? She knew Theodore had. He hadn't been willing to go into service. The rumors had spread like wildfire among the Death Eaters, but the final and confirming word came from his father. Tracey Davis' father, a blood traitor to the extreme, had been killed the night before the mass migration. Tracey had received word the next night. And Theodore had stayed with her.

She admires Theodore for risking his life, his family, everything for a girl many assumed he simply didn't pay attention to. She thinks of herself as weak compared to him.

She wonders... had she stayed, would she still be with him? Or would she already be dead? The war has raged on for nearly a year and a half now. She is tired of the fighting. She just wants it to stop. But it won't stop. Not until one side has won.

She watched the others. The famous, such as Bellatrix Lestrange, they wear their mark with pride, as though it brings them honor. Some, like her fellow classmates who were destined all the while, wear it as a sign of allegiance. Only one has deserted since the war, and he is now safely with his princess. That's how he referred to her through his service, his beautiful princess. She wonders what he calls her by now.

She, however, is the only one who wears it differently. She wears it as her sentence, as though some other force has branded her with the mark to die. She evades her lord's eyes whenever possible. But she cannot protect her mind. So she is punished. But something has kept her going, four simple colors. As the curse leaves her lord's lip, they flash by. Blue. Blonde. Yellow. Black...

Sometimes she wonders...what if she had stayed behind?

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Friends Only

Dec. 20th, 2005 | 06:35 pm
mood: nerdynerdy


"It's not a particularly nice house."
"I happen to like it."
"You'll like the bypass."
"Oh shut up."

Friends-Only, sorry. If you take any content from any of my non- friends-only stories without telling, or, even worse, claim it as your own, I will beat you. Thank you and goodnight.

Comment to be added. :D

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