Hi, so my name is Cammi... possibly.

I'm kind of taking a little break from fanfiction because, 1.) Me and my sister are writing our own story, and 2.) I need a new notebook to write in, as we've pretty much used my old one up XD. I'd buy a new one, but I haven't had the chance :/. 3.) School and band and whatnot are taking over my life more than normal. So I really have no time for anything. Sorry.

My username used to be crystall-dreams, but I changed it.

I'm a senior. Finally.

I was going to change my profile so that it said I lived in Florin (like in the Princess Bride), but I thought that might be a little dorky.

Since I always forget to put this in my stories: I don't own anything. (Which is why I'm writing fanfiction, obviously).

Some stuff about me (other than books I read and all that): I'm in band (concert and marching). I play the flute. It's pretty much my life from August to November, since that's marching band... season I guess. But it's fun, so that's okay. Outside of band I mostly just read and attempt to write fanfiction. I have no life. But that's my fault because I'm really shy, so I don't talk much. Hopefully this will change in college. Or, at least people won't expect me to say the every thought that goes through my brain. I live in a really really small town in North Carolina, which is why I feel safe putting that because you probably won't know where it is unless you live there. I want to major in History when I go to college and I want to be a History professor... or really anything that has to do with history. That's about it about me... I'm really not that interesting.

Right now, I'm uber obssessed with the Tudors and other things like that. I used to only read historical fiction books, mostly one's about King Henry VIII, but now I've finally moved on to other books. Only because it's so hard to find any good historical ficiton books at my library. I also like Broadway and musicals. My favorite musicals are Phantom of the Opera, Les Miserables, and RENT. I've seen Phantom once (in NY) and I've seen RENT twice (where I live). They were both amazing, although Phantom might've been better if it hadn't been so late at night. Most of the music I listen to is musical recordings, but I like most music... except rap.

My favorite books are The Other Boleyn Girl, Harry Potter, any Tamora Pierce books (the Tortall ones. I've never read the Circle of Magic ones), The Luxe series by Ana Godbersen, A Great and Terrible Beauty, Rebel Angels, and The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray, the Darkest Powers series by Kelley Armstrong and lots of other books I can't think of right now.

My favorite movies are The Princess Bride, V for Vendetta, Finding Neverland, Shakespeare in Love, Changeling, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas (it was weird seeing Lupin all evil), Valkyrie (which was AMAZING!! I saw it and theaters, but I haven't bought the DVD yet) and there's probably more. Especially if it's about World War II.

My favorite TV shoss are Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Moonlight, Kyle XY, Lie to Me, House, Degrassi , American Idol, Special Unit 2, and The Tudors.

I'm reading: Grendle, for school :/.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soy0r8kdu5U
Title song from 'Feeling Electric' (Next to Normal when it was off-Broadway). It's amazing... plus it's Anthony Rapp singing.

Fanfiction pairings I like to read:

Tamora Pierce

Alanna/Jonathon

Daine/Numair

Jonathon/Thayet

Beka/Rosto

Phantom of the Opera

Erik/Christine

RENT

Mark/Roger

Angel/Collins

Moonlight

Beth/Mick... of course

Josef/Sarah- I love fanfics like these, although I've only found one so far...

Degrassi

Marco/Dylan

Stories/Ideas:

I only have two stories on here as of right now, but I have lots of ideas for other stories, as well as other ones I've written and just haven't posted yet. So here they are, just in case you want to know my ideas.:

The Other Bolyen Girl/The Tudors:

Viva La Vida: This is my favorite, so far, of the stories I have on here. It's basically just a songfic for the song "Viva La Vida" by: Coldplay. Becuase that song is amazing and I've always thought it fit really well with everything happening in The Other Boleyn Girl (or season 2 of the Tudors). It's just Anne's thought's before she gets beheaded. It's also a one-shot. COMPLETE/POSTED

The Secret's in the Telling: This is just a modern-day fic for The Other Bolyen Girl. It's Francis/George. Because they're amazing. Of course. I don't really like this one, and I'm taking it down/have taken it down. I might post it again, after A LOT of editing, but I might not. It depends. Anyway, I'm probably close to being done with this one. I didn't post all the chapters I have written though. DROPPED

Falcon: One-shot about Anne of Cleves before she marries King Henry VIII. It was just this random idea I thought of one night. I'm thinking of turning it into a series-ish. COMPLETE/POSTED

Rose without a Thorn: One-shot about Katherine Howard. Sort of like a sequel to Falcon. COMPLETE/POSTED

Possibilities: One-shot. Continuation of my TOBG one-shots. Jane Seymour's POV. I actually liked this one a lot, which was kind of weird. But that probably only makes sense to me. COMPLETE/POSTED

Here's where my ideas are. I haven't come up with titles for any of them yet so I'll just put the summaries I have and whether or not I've written any of it. Also, if you see an idea you like that I haven't written anything for, private message me or e-mail me FIRST please. I haven't had anyone take any of my stories or anything, but it would really suck if they did. But anyway, here's some story ideas I have.:

The Other Bolyen Girl/The Tudors:

-COMPLETE I kind of want to post this one. It's another Francis/George fanfic. It's set somewhere near the end of the book. I kinda like it. It's basically just the book from their point of view... that's the best way to explain it. My sister read it and she said she liked it so... maybe I'll post it. I really want a beta reader or someone to read over my stories for me first though, before I post anything else. Just because I'm not that great with grammar and sometimes, stuff makes sense to me, but not to other people.

-NOT WRITTEN I have this idea for a story where George (or it could be anyone else, I just prefer George. He was my favorite character. In case you couldn't tell.) is exiled instead of beheaded. Actually, this would probably be really interesting for Anne, now that I think of it. Like if she was sent to a covenant instead or something? I got the idea from the part, before they really knew what would happen to them, when they were saying that they might just be exiled or something. I can't remeber exactly what was said or anything, but that's pretty much it.

-NOT WRITTEN I was watching this TV show called Mental the other day and there was this woman who thought she was pregnant, but she really wasn't, because her husband was a doctor and he had told her she was, so she believed him. Apparently there's this mental illness where one person is isane (the husband in the TV show) and if they make someone else believe something (the wife in the show), like that they're pregnant, then that other person also has the same thing. It's hard to explain, but I thought maybe I could reasearch it and try to make a modern day-ish Tudors fanfic out of it. Basically, though, the wife in the TV show thought her husband would hate her after finding out she wasn't really pregnant because he had divorced his first wife becuase she couldn't have children (yeah, King Henry VIII much?).

Moonlight:

-IN PROGRESS This is just a Sarah/Josef story. Just how they met and all that. It will probably go all the way to when he tries to turn her. I like it so far, even though I'm still on chapter 1. I'm going through a "small" Moonlight obssession right now though, so if any of these get written, it will most likely be this one.

Phantom of the Opera:

-NOT WRITTEN This is an idea I had for a Phantom story set during World War II. Erik is a solider fighting in the war and Christine is a nurse in the army. It will probably have something to do with an explosion that Erik is in, possibly leading to his face becoming deformed. And that will probably be how they meet, of course.

Quotes:

Love is the most beautiful of dreams, and the worst of nightmares.
-Shakespeare

Phantom by: Susan Kay quotes:

-Such a little thing really, a kiss ... most people don't give it a moment's consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, that simple touching of flesh that is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right. I've lived on this earth half a century without knowing what it is to be kissed ... and I'll never know now.-

-But ... but people must have been killed!
Oh, yes ... I daresay that's quite likely! It's really very difficult to be a murderer without killing people from time to time, you know.-

-Are you so sure a small jar would contain me, madame?-

-None of us can choose where we will love.-

-At the bottom of the drawer was a small piece of paper, evidently cut from the score of an opera which I finally recognized as Aïda.
'My heart foreseeing your condemnation, into this tomb I made my way by stealth, and here, far from every human gaze, in your arms I wished to die...'-

-Hell is not a place. It's an obsession with a voice, a face, a name.-

-Killing is like opium, Nadir... it's a bad habit... an addiction...-

-There is no angel of music. And yet he continues to live in my mind...in my voice ...and in my soul.-

-And whatever else you may have been in your time, Erik, you've always been a gentleman...haven't you?-

-I do not wish this friendship to continue.-

-To be so corrupted with vice and yet maintain a child's essential innocence! Strange, but whenever I looked at him I found myself remembering that Lucifer himself had been an angel before he fell...I felt cold at the thought of what tragedies might ensue if Erik should ever open his eyes and fall in love. Surely God, who had punished him so cruely in his birth, would spare him the cruel travesty of such sight...-

-...all the grief in the world seemed to be distilled through those soft vibrant notes. It was as though the devil himself wept teardrops of pure sound.-

-..and it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!-

-My mouth dropped open in astonishment, for nothing in his grim and austere appearance had prepared me for his voice. Even in that cold, clipped comment its astonishing beauty was quite unmistakable. Only those who heard him speak and sing will ever know just what a voice could be, for it was necessary to hear the extraordinary resonance and depth of timbre to truly understand the magnitude of his power. I never expected to hear such a voice outside paradise. To encounter it here, in this drafty, ill-lit tent, held its own kind of terror, for who was he-what was he?- to be possessed of such divinity of sound? That first moment when I heard him speak I wondered whether I beheld an angel or a devil; and even now, after all these years, it is a question I still ask myself. For each time I thought I finally knew the answer, he would only confound me once again.-

-You want me to kill it? . . . Oh, I don't mind at all. I rather think the spider might have one or two objections to make-but then, after all, it's only a spider, isn't it? Just a mindless, soulless, ugly thing that has no right to live and frighten people!-

-And now, if you don't mind... I should prefer to conduct my final performance without an audience... Ask nicely and I'm sure they will give you your money back at the door!-

-I don't have much call for handkercheifs, my dear... There are certain advantages, you see, in being without a nose.-

Harry Potter Quotes:
(I got all of these off mugglenet.)

-"I don't know who Maxime thinks she's kidding. If Hagrid's half-giant, she definitely is. Big bones... the only thing that's got bigger bones than her is a dinosaur."

-"Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?"

-"He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with news...check if I'm happy..."

-"Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night," said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. "What do you think that means?"
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest.

-"And Harry said last night," retorted Ron, "if it means we're supposed to get matey with the Slytherins, fat chance."
"Well, I think it's a pity we're not trying for a bit of inter-House unity," said Hermione crossly.
They had reached the foot of the marble staircase. A line of fourth-year Ravenclaws was crossing the entrance hall; they caught sight of Harry and hurried to form a tighter group, as though frightened he might attack stragglers.
"Yeah, we really ought to be trying to make friends with people like that," said Harry sarcastically.

-"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you..."
"Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" said Harry sarcastically.

-"How long have you been 'Big D' then?" said Harry.
"Shut it," snarled Dudley, turning away again.
"Cool name," said Harry, grinning, "but you'll always be Ickle Diddykins to me."
"Shut your face."
"You don't tell her Aunt Petunia to shut her face. What about 'popkin' and 'Dinky Diddydums,' can I use them then?"

-"You can't give a Dementor the old one-two!"

-"Why were you lurking under our window?"
"Yes -- yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?"
"Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
"Listening to the news! Again?"
"Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry.

-"Er -- thanks very much, Ernie," said Harry, taken aback. Ernie might be pompous on occasions like these, but Harry was in a mood to deeply appreciate a vote of confidence from somebody who was not wearing radishes in their ears.

-"Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious..."

-"Cut it out," he said firmly, rubbing the scar as the pain receded again. "First sign of madness, talking to your own head," said a sly voice from the empty picture on the wall.

-"I realised I can’t shut myself away or crack up. It could be me next, couldn’t it? But if it is, I’ll make sure I take as many Death Eaters with me as I can and Voldemort too, if I can manage it."

-"Dumbledore's man through and through," said Harry. "That's right."

-"Wow... look at that... he's not here now! So why not have a go? They might be able to find you a double cell in Azkaban with your loser of a husband!"

-"Well, think back," said Harry. "Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words 'My Sweetheart' round your neck?"

-"Warrington's aim's so pathetic I'd be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me."

-"I like a quiet life, you know me."

-"And they'd the Death Eaters love to have me," said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in."

-"There's no need to call me sir Professor."

-"SO WHAT?" Harry shouted. "Don't you understand? If Snape gets hold of the stone, Voldemort's coming back! Haven't you heard what it was like when he was trying to take over? There won't be any Hogwarts to get expelled from! He'll flatten it, or turn it into a school for the Dark Arts! Losing points doesn't matter anymore, can't you see? D'you think he'll leave you and your families alone if Gryffindor wins the house cup? If I get caught before I can get to the stone, well, I'll have to go back to the Dursleys and wait for Voldemort to find me there, it's only dying a bit later than I would have, because I'm never going over to the Dark Side! I'm going through that trapdoor tonight and nothing you two say is going to stop me! Voldemort killed my parents, remember?"

-"Yeah, and others might say it's your duty to check that people really are Death Eaters before you chuck them in prison," said Harry, his temper rising now. "You're doing what Barty Crouch did. You never get it right, you people, do you? Either we've got Fudge, pretending everything's lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or we've got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend you've got 'the Chosen One' working for you!"

-"You can try," said Harry indifferently. "But you seem cleverer than Fudge, so I'd have thought you'd have learned from his mistakes. He tried interfering at Hogwarts. You might have noticed he's not Minister anymore, but Dumbledore's still headmaster. I'd leave Dumbledore alone, if I were you."

-"This is night, Diddykins. That's what we call it when it goes all dark like this."

-"Snapes patronus was a doe. The same as my mothers, because he loved her for nearly all his life, from the time when they were children. You should have realised. He asked you to spare her life, didn't he?"

-"I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you."

-"By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many."

-"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love."

-"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

-"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

-"Fear of a name increases fear of a thing itself."

-"Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them."

-"Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."

-"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."

-"I could break out, of course, but what a waste of time, and frankly I can think of a whole host of things I'd rather be doing."

-"Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."

-"...I took a wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and found myself in a beautifully proportioned room I had never seen before, containing a really rather magnificent collection of chamberpots. When I went back to investigate more closely, I discovered that the room had vanished. But I must keep an eye out for it. Possibly it is only accessible at five thirty in the morning. Or it may only appear at the quarter moon - or when the seeker has an exceptionally full bladder."

-"Harry, I owe you an explanation," said Dumbledore. "An explanation of an old man's mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young...and I seem to have forgotten lately."

-"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic far beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

-"...in the light of Voldemort's return, we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open."

-"You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born to be, but what they grow to be."

-"Alas! Ear wax!"

-"I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are."

-"No, I was merely reading the Muggle magazines," said Dumbledore. "I do love knitting patterns."

-"And now Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure."

-"For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry...although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself."

-"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."

-"It is a long time since my last visit," said Dumbledore, peering down his crooked nose at Uncle Vernon. "I must say, your agapanthuses are flourishing."

-"--yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man."

-"I would assume that you were going to offer me refreshment, but the evidence so far suggests that that would be optimistic to the point of foolishness."

-"It’s the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more."

-"In fact, being - forgive me - rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger."

-"Well, it's just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to - what is the phrase? - come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quitely at all, Cornelius."

-"There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."

-"We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on."

-"Voldemort himself created his own worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress?"

-"What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows."

-“That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped.”

-“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart. If that seems to you a worthy goal, then we say good-bye for the present.”

-“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

-"Ah, of course. There is no need to tell me any more, Ms. Granger. Which one of you will be dying this year?"

-"I wonder," said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, "how you can expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking."

-"I should have made my meaning plainer," said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look at Umbridge directly in the eyes. "He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher."

-"Are you quite sure you wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?"

-"Take Charms and I shall drop Augusta a line reminding her that just because she failed her Charms O.W.L., the subject is not necessarily worthless."

-"Really, Severus," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong."

-"I doubt it will make much of a difference," said Professor McGonagall coldly, "unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the entrance hall."

-"I doubt it will make much of a difference," said Professor McGonagall coldly, "unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the entrance hall."

-“We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.”

-"Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?" said Zacharias Smith.
"Here's an idea," said Ron loudly, "why don't you shut your mouth?"
"Well, we've all turned up to learn from him, and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it," he said.
"That's not what he said," said Fred Weasley.
"Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags.
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," said Fred.

-"Has Ron saved a goal yet?" asked Hermione.
"Well, he can do it if he thinks no one is watching him," said Fred, rolling his eyes. "So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up on his end Saturday."

-"--but you get these massive pus-filled boils too," said George, "and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet."
"I can't see any boils," said Ron, staring at the twins.
"No, well, you wouldn't," said Fred, "they're not in a place we generally display to the public --"
"-- but they make sitting on a broom a right pain in the --"

-"Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow 'F' on it, the other a 'G.'
"Harry's is better than ours, though," said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."

-"Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy--"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you--"

-"We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!" - George

-"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" Molly Weasley
"What are Fred and I? Next door neighbours?"

-"Well, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."
"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"
"It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it."

-"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"
"Oh no, Ron," came Fred's voice, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up."
"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.

-“For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.” Fred

-"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."

-"And do I look like the kind of man that can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving eye. Uncle Vernon lept backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."

-"Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She – er got a bit shirty with me. Told me I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first."

-"Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good as beheaded, but oh, no, it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore."

-"But you're Muggles! We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!"

-"Sirius?" said Mundungus, who did not appear to have paid any attention to the conversation, but had been closely examining an empty goblet. "This solid silver, mate?"
"Yes," said Sirius, surveying it with distaste. "Finest fifteenth- century goblin-wrought silver, embossed with the Black family crest."
"That'd come off, though," muttered Mundungus, polishing it with his cuff.

-"Fine," snapped Mrs. Weasley. "Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him Ron. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh."

-"Ah well . . . wand still in your jeans? Both buttocks still on? Okay, let's go. Locomotor Trunk."

-"I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick."

-"Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit."

-"What do I care how 'e looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave!"

-"I never really gave up on you. Not really. I always hoped ... Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more - myself."

-"But you've been too busy saving the Wizarding world. Well ... I can't say I'm surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn't be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that's why I like you so much."

-"Greatness inspires envy, envy engenders spite, spite spawns lies. You must know this, Dumbledore."

-"I don't know where you learned about right and wrong, but you seem to have missed a few crucial lessons."

-"Funny way to get wizards' to school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?"

-"Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain."

-"You're fighting a losing battle there, dear."

-"NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!"

-"I am sorry too," said Lupin. "Sorry I will never know him...but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life.

-"Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat, immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, the battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."

-“Thing was they bit off a bit more than theycould chew with Gran. Little old witch living alone, they probably thought they didn’t need to send anyone particularly powerful. Anyway,” Neville laughed, “Dawlish is still in St. Mungo’s and Gran’s on the run.”

-"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"

Titanic/The Princess Bride quotes:

Grandpa: She doesn't get eaten by the eels at this time
The Grandson: What?
The Grandpa: The eel doesn't get her. I'm explaining to to because you look nervous.
The Grandson: I wasn't nervous. Maybe I was a little bit "concerned" but that's not the same thing.
-The Princess Bride

Vizzini: Jump in after her!
Inigo Montoya: I can't swim
Fezzik: I only dog paddle.
Vizzini: AGGHH!
-The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Count Rugen: Stop saying that!
-The Princess Bride

Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Buttercup: Well... you were dead.
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup: I will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need.
-The Princess Bride

Man in Black: as he is unsuccessfully fighting Fezzik Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?
Fezzik: I just want you to feel you're doing well. I hate for people to die embarrassed.
-The Princess Bride

Fabrizio I can see the Statue of Liberty already!... Very small, of course.
-Titanic

Rose shows Jack her engagement ring
Jack: God! Look at that thing! You would've gone straight to the bottom.
-Titanic

Jack: waving to people as the TITANIC sets off Goodbye!
Fabrizio: You know somebody?
Jack: Of course not! That's the point! Goodbye, I'll miss you!
Fabrizio: Goodbye! I'm gonna never forget you!
-Titanic

Rose: It's so unfair.
Ruth: Of course it's unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy.
-Titanic

climbing an on-deck staircase to the stern as the ship is about to sink
Male Passenger: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
Jack: You want to walk a little faster through that valley there?
-Titanic

Jack: Well, yes, ma'am, I do... I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
-Titanic

Jack: Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known...
Rose: Jack, I...
Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all I want.
Rose: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.
Jack: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...
Rose: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
Jack: You're right... only you can do that.
-Titanic

Old Rose: Fifteen-hundred people went into the sea, when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby... and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six... out of fifteen-hundred. Afterward, the seven-hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait... wait to die... wait to live... wait for an absolution... that would never come.
-Titanic

Lewis Bodine: We never found anything on Jack... there's no record of him at all.
Old Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now... Not to anyone... Not even your grandfather... A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me... in every way that a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my memory.
-Titanic

Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: And chew tobacco like a man.
Rose: And spit like a man!
Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?
-Titanic

Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it.
-Titanic

Ruth: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they are quite good on this ship.
Jack: The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.
-Titanic

Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.
-Titanic

Rose jumps from the saving boat and goes to where Jack is
Jack: Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?
Rose: You jump, I jump, right?
Jack: Right.
Rose: Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack.
Jack: It's all right. We'll think of something.
Rose: At least I'm with you.
Jack: We'll think of something.
-Titanic

Random Information:

I went to New York over Spring Break ('08) and we went to see TWO Broadway musicals. We saw Phantom and Mary Poppins (which was actually really good even though I didn't think it would be). They made me so happy. Of course, if I had picked the musicals we'd probably go see RENT and Wicked... and Phantom, but oh well. I've already seen RENT once here and I've wanted to see Phantom ever since I saw the movie so... I'm still happy. Yeah, anyway, it was really fun.

I'm going to see RENT on Janurary 25th ('09) and Adam and Anthony are going to be in it.

Went to see RENT on the 25th. It was AMAZING. I even got some pictures of Anthony at the stage door. Adam didn't come out and lots of people were complaining about that, but I'm just glad I got to see them.

I finished reading Terrier a few days ago... and it made me really mad. I was so looking forward to this book because I thought maybe there'd be a little Beka/Rosto romance in this and then Dale just comes out of nowhere and ruins all my hopes :(. And the bad thing about that is, I have no one to talk to it about because one of my sisters doesn't like this series and my other sister hasn't read it yet. But it was still good despite that. I'm really excited about the next one. As well as the Numair series she said she was going to write on her website. I think they're both supposed to come out in 2010 :. Oh, and since I'm rambling about Tamora Pierce, has anyone else noticed that there's a lot of Pots fanfics? That was my least favorite series. And anyway, I thought there would be more for Bloodhound since it came out recently, but apparently not... :/. Oh well.

My new favorite book ever is The Princess Bride. Seriously, it's amazing.

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