FurEmberLily

Those four days were excessively dull. Dinner that night was eaten in awkward silence, broken only by Cormac asking me to come closer so he could practice making the copy of my memories again. The processes was as uncomfortable as the first time and I doubted that it would get any better. The next day, I started several of my textbooks, which… well, even though they were magic, they were still textbooks. They weren't exactly made for light reading. I did finally find out what was on page three-hundred and ninety-four, though. And I tried out a few of the spells. I accidently lit the rug on fire in my bedroom on the third day (I was aimin

Yes. You can hate me and all that stuff for not posting FOREVER. To put it politely, I walked with Hades for a couple of weeks and I'm still trying to put out the fires. BUT I'm doing okay now. And I've got some lovely experiences to make the story more interesting later on (no, Erin is not a copy of me, but that doesn't mean that I can't make her go through the same stuff terrorizing my life! Mwahahaha! *and all those evil author laughs*) Here you go, my lovely readers! Enjoy and please comment! O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O The first thing that hit me when I entered the shop were the colors. I blinked a few times to clear my head, but everything was de

I stared longingly at the owls as we passed, slowing to the point that Cormac looked back at me. "No," he said flatly. "Won't I have to send you letters or something?" I asked, eyeing one of the tawny owls. It puffed its feathers at me and cocked its head. 'Cute!' I thought with glee. Cormac gave a low chuckle. Something about it made me cringe and I looked over to see him give me a slow grin. 'His teeth are pointed,' I realized with a shudder. 'Why hadn't I noticed before?' "I've got my own surprise method for our… communication." His eyes gleamed as he turned back to the street. The exchange shook me. I followed him silently until h

The garish day belongs to them – flaunting their belonging in life, their mocking laughter accepted, shallow comments embraced, fashion and flirting hailed where dreams and love should prevail. Let them rule, then, in that blinding light but the night belongs to me. Give me the night – the shadows that fade imperfections from sight. Give me the night where wonder is shared, where the line is blurred between dreams and reality, where words are spoken from the heart and souls connect. Give me the night where differences are darkened, where you don't need to be a piece of the puzzle placed because the night welcomes

"Four days?" I whispered, staring at the mantle above the fireplace. "I'm starting school… in four days?" Cormac scowled at me, straightening his jacket deliberately. Somehow he made that simple movement clearly communicate what he was thinking, which seemed to be "Do I really need to answer that question, stupid girl?" "Yes," he said. "You attend year round – spring and summer included – and we get this thing over with in four years. Most of the Lost have agreed to the program. It is more convenient for me – I'll be able to get the information more quickly. Besides," he added with a sneer. "If your tears were any indica

After meeting Professor McGonagall, I did the same thing every normal, practical, nineteen-year-old girl would do. In other words, I bounced in my chair with a grin larger than the Cheshire cat's, and did my very best to not squeal in excitement. I'm going to Hogwarts! I sang in my head while Cormac grew more rigid every time I bounced. I'm going to Hogwarts! I'm going to– "Sit still!" Cormac seized my shoulder, forcing me back into my seat. His glower only dimmed my smile a little. "How old are you, six?" he hissed. "Control yourself!" He released my shoulder and sat back, resuming his deliberate stare at the ceiling. I glanced over

I spent the night in one of the guest bedrooms - an elegant, European-mansion style room that is too stereo-typical to describe. I couldn't have slept long - it was late when I witnessed the murder and I had been unconscious for a period of time. But there was a sharp crack beside me that had me bolted upright in miliseconds, searching the darkness. I was met with a pair of wide-orbed eyes at a squeaky voice. "Master Cormac needs you!" I squinted in the dim light. It was - I reminded myself I shouldn't be surprised - a house-elf. 'I guess they must work for people other than humans as well,' I thought. I would have thought that magical crea