Vicis:

I don't have a favorite color. As for my age, name, and so on and so forth, that is not for you to know. All you need to know is that I'm a teenager, I'm woefully inept at Biology and Math but love Physics, and I was born on Friday the 13th. I love Lemony Snicket, Ogden Nash, J.K. Rowling, Robert Frost, and Agatha Christie. I love Latin, and plan to study it when I'm older. I'm a hypocrite, as I love good grammar, but my fictions aren't the best. Severus Snape is my favorite character, and I doubt you'll find any other HP writing of mine that doesn't include him. TBWL being a weirdly persistent exception.

Note: Yeah, new story up. Not one of my best, so it may be randomly deleted later, and Mors Mortis is going under a critical eye too.

Talk to me, drop a post, anything's welcome.

"Send me a message, drop me a line, stating point of view. Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely, wasting away." - When I'm Sixty Four, Beatles.

...Please?

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Quote/Excerpt/Poem:

"In the end, everything will be okay. If it's not okay, it's not the end."

- Unknown.

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Nox'ed Works:

Hogwarts: "With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere."- C.S. Lewis. Because this is just one more Shrieking Shack Incident story. Warning: one swear word.

Mors Mortis: "In midst of life we are in death." (He was a bitter boy, and she was a selfish girl, but they loved each other so it doesn’t-didn’t matter, you see.)

Black Coffee and Chocolate Strawberries: Idea got from Lemony Snicket's the Beatrice Letters. You know those little cards- one at the beginning, one at the end? I thought it was remarkably similar to our Severus and Lily. "Oddly, I think of strawberries and chocolates. It is not an unpleasant thing to think of, but I cannot say I have thought of that combination before."

Man Of A Hundred Words: Four Houses, four drabbles, one man to save them all. "If he were some foolish Gryffindor, he'd cry. But he's not, he's not."

Gold: Oneshot. "When gold and life come in a form of a blood red stone, temptation arrives with a vengeance. And who are we to tempt Fate?" And when men are simply human and mirrors start to reflect what should not be reflected.

The Lonely Spy: "The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters."- Friedrich Nietzsche. There was a lonely boy once, and he lived a sad, tragic life, and he died a sad, tragic death- but no one gave a damn.

The Boy-Who-Left: I am afraid this is, and always will be a oneshot. Harry-centric. A letter from your favorite savior. "Yours truly, Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Left. (And he's not coming back.)"

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- n, Latin; time, an event or occasion.

Vicis.