Welcome!

Hail, Guest! We ask not what thou art;
If Friend, we greet thee, hand and heart;
If Stranger, such no longer be;
If Foe, our love shall conquer thee.
-Author Unknown

Eltea - a combination of two flowers; Elder (magical powers) and Protea (don’t despair).

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.”
-Albert Einstein

I like to be different.

I like to dance to Green Day in my pajamas and stargaze barefoot at four in the morning.

I have been attacked by pastry. I have been tripped by the junk I leave on my floor. I have ruined microwave dinners. My life is a series of small and somewhat amusing disasters. It is also chaotic, so I will update my stories very sporadically. I apologize.

I have socks with hearts on them, socks with ducks on them, socks with tragedy and comedy masks on them, socks with dogs on them, socks with cats on them, socks with cows on them, socks with ladybugs on them, and socks with frogs on them. Unusual socks are my thing.

Since Harry Potter lends itself to fanfiction better than most books I know and I will ergo be writing mostly in that genre (I love Lord of the Rings; I just feel that there aren’t as many situations I want to explore, and, frankly, I’m somewhat frightened of touching Tolkien’s masterpiece), a few thoughts for the Harry Potter fans:

If I went to Hogwarts, I’d want to be in Hufflepuff. I think I’d prefer the patient and loyal people to the brave people, the ambitious people, and the studious people.

If I were an animagus, I think I’d become a parrot.

If I had a patronus, I think it’d be an albatross.

If I met a boggart, I think it’d become a large, vicious dog, probably something along the lines of the Hound of the Baskervilles. Given the fear I already had of canines, reading that book in the middle of the night as my neighbor’s dog howled was not the most intelligent decision of my life.

If I looked into the Mirror of Erised, I think I’d see the people I love laughing. And perhaps the biggest ice cream sundae in the world would be there, too.

Last but not least, I am alive today thanks to the support, advice, and common sense of my best friend, Tierfal. Check out her writing. She’s a special person.

On to the stories. :)

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry—
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll—
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul.
-Emily Dickinson