IMPORTANT: I CHANGED MY PENNAME, IT USED TO BE XHarryxGinnyxLoveX

School has started again. I must say, I completely love my school, but it is eating up all my time, so I'm sorry if I haven't been updating anything/writing all the challenges I signed up for, but I have no time at all. All my spare time lately has been spent working on a novel I am trying to write. I have started a few different novels in the past few years and have never gotten past the first few chapters, so I'm trying a totally different approach to this one. Anyway, there's my excuse for not writing, If you want a more interesting exuse:

A few months ago a my house was attacked by a horde of vampires riding stuffed unicorns. They stole my computer and I am now trying to use psychic link to my computer to update my profile. I am leaving tomorrow on a quest for my computer. XD

Favorite song:

Charlie Chaplin - Katie Herzig

Favorite quote from said song:

"...We are entertainers living in a scene

Where nobody slows down

Busy making little pieces into things that dare to make a sound

Fly like an angel

Try like a fool

And dare to walk away

Each of us has got a little Charlie Chaplin

Inside us

Saying 'Hey fellows, why don't we go

Where the movies are silent

And life is as big as a stage..."

1) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years

3) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they dont have a
screenname or my space

4) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing
the buttons on the TV

6) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did

Stories in progress:

Caught up in Time: The trio, Ginny, Neville and Luna get sent back to the Maraurder era. Currently on Hiatus until I have time and inspiration to write. I hope to have it finished by the end of next summer vacation.

100 Moments in Time: A collection of Teddy/Victoire drabbles. I'm just waiting for time to write on this one. I hope to have it finished by the end of next summer vacation.

The Box of Forgotten Memories: Scorpius/Rose, An anonymous correspondence brings them and is the only thing that keeps them together. I'm hoping to tell it mostly through letters. This one is also on Hiatus.

25 Song Fic: Unlike most of my stories, this is a Sisters Grimm story. It's going to be 25 Puckabrinna songfics, I think I have about five right now, so...yeah.

My Favorite story(ies):

Fading Smiles: Tom Riddle as he grows up and fights to let go of the only person who could ever make him smile. Tom/OC

Mirrored Wishes: Harry finds the mirror of Erised again after seven years.

Chasing Ghosts: Pansy/Draco, "I flew over the grounds, through the gate with the winged boars, down the streets of Hogsmeade, away from decisions, from pain, from myself. I once heard someone say that sometimes you just need to run away to see who comes after you. No one did."

Stories that I hate and am thinking of deleting:

Kissing in the Rain: A badly written Scorpius/Lily L. one shot with no story to it.

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished
cleaning."

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of
next week!"

4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
"Because I said so, that's why."

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the
store with me."

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."

7. My mother taught t me IRONY.
"Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about."

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck?"

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't
have wonderful parents like you do."

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that
way."

19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me."

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

25. And my favourite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"

Everyone has a bad day every so often, but the difference between those who have a bad day and those whose life sucks, is whether or not you are able to let go of your bad day and remember all the good ones instead.

Candles in the Windows

Imagine a castle rising before you in the distance, Each window is an eye winking at you, the many turrets with flags at the top arms waving at you, the large wooden draw bridge a hand reaching out to you. You walk down the winding path towards its shimmering end, each step feels like a lifetime, but eventually you will make it to the castle. The air has grown dark with lost hopes and dreams, but in each window you can see a flickering candle, a little light, each one holding a wish.

You run towards the drawbridge and just as you reach the edge it swings up. You lose your balance and almost fall into the moat, but you manage to cling on to a low-hanging branch on the tree above you and pull yourself back onto solid ground. You asks the bridge to come back down nicely, then start shouting and swearing at it. You later revert to whispering it praises before trying to knock it down, but the wood doesn't budge, for it knows something that you have yet to find out: There is no point in entering the castle if you are entering it alone.

Defeated, you wander over to a clearing from you can just see the castle rising up amidst the hills. You sit there for years, watching as the candles sputter out one by one and the sky continues to darken.

One morning you wake up to find a small ray of light on the horizon. A figure is walking towards you. When he reaches you, you take his hand and together you make your way slowly towards the drawbridge. You don't hurry, for there is no need. When you reach the castle the drawbridge opens for you and you enter together. You walk down the drafty corridors with the staring portraits and look into the empty rooms and together you re-light the candles and you add new ones, till the castle is filled with tiny lights. Eventually they go out but you continue to light and re-light them. A few burn bigger and brighter than the rest, but they eventually go out too. But you are happy, standing in your castle, his hand in yours.

Eventually the walls will crumble, until there is nothing left but a pile of stone, and even those will be worn down to nothing more than sand by the wind and rain, but you don't care. You will still be smiling because, for just a moment, his hand was in yours.

Maybe, when all the walls have blown away and there isn't a single candle left, he will still be there, holding your hand tighter than ever. If that happens, that's when you know to never let go.