Hello! I'm Roundabout Wickedness, obviously. I write Harry Potter fanfic, heh. Eventually, you'll see more than I've got now. Sadly, it's only two stories. And I'm still working on it. Go me!

Me:

name: roundabout wickedness
age: seventeen
gender: female, the stronger sex!

Updates:

1. I'm alive. AND WELL!
2. Flair for Trouble is probably dead.
3. Out of freshman year in college.
4. Currently crushing. Not stalking.

Favorites:

1. Books:Dean Koontz, Stephen King, James Rollin, Phillipa Gregory, and JK Rowling. My author's.
2. Music: Relient K & Trans Siberian Orchestra.
3. Movies: John Cusack movies,
4. Sports: Red Wings.

My Stories:

My stories will mainly all be written for my amusement, or for my friends. They request stories for certain characters, I make the plot...etc. etc.

1. Flair for Trouble: written for my amusement, along with my friends' (though they don't all know it yet). It's a Severus/Hermione fic, and it's slightly OOC.
2. Her Slytherin:The Beginning (formerly To The Utmost Horror of the Weasel): written purely because I was totally bored. Fluffy, short, Blaise and Ginny
3. Her Slytherin: I got attacked by a rampaging plot bunny and well...things sprung from there. It's got Ginny and Blaise as the main couple, and Hermione and Draco in there as well.

My Favorite Ships:

Harry Potter:
Hermione/Draco
Hermione/Charlie
Hermione/Severus
Hermione/Sirius
Hermione/Blaise
Hermione/Fred
Ginny/Blaise

PotC:
Jack/Lizzie

Happy reading, happy reviewing. -hint- -cough-

The Jedi Drinking Song

Chorus: I had one pint of beer, and one shot of scotch,
I had one bottle of wine, and bourbon on the rocks
I had one lassie on me right, another on the left,
I looked that puppet in the eye and said give me the test

A long time ago, in a pub far away,
I sat on a bar stool, just drinking away,
I couldn't hold it down, I guess I had too much
I felt a tremor in the force and then I lost my lunch
I woke up in a desert land, feeling hot and sick,
I saw a bearded man, he looked like some kind of hick,
He slowly waved his hand, and my pain was gone
He said let's go see Yoda, and I'll teach you this song.

So we got on a star ship, and flew off into space
He said his name was Obi-Wan and there is no time to waste,
I have to get you trained before it is too late,
He said drink this bottle of whisky, and don't give in to hate.
My training went on, and I'd drank most of the bar
We stopped for supplies on the nearest Death Star
I learned to control my fear, and hold my alcohol
Soon I was able to stand even when Obi-Wan would fall.

-Star Wars theme song-

I sat down beside him and looked him in the eye
He broke the silence, said you judge me by my size
Obi-Wan said careful, for Yoda is the best
I said ok shorty, bring on the test
Well I could tell you how it ended, I could tell you some lies Let's just say, on that night the force was on his side
I got all riled up, and they threw me in jail
I said I don't believe it, Yoda said that's why I failed

This is the song talked about in Chapter Four of Flair for Trouble, for those who were wondering the lyrics and the title. I've found a new obsession with drinking songs, of which "Lily the Pink" is my favorite.

Little Things

Hugh Laurie is love.