Author has written 8 stories for Harry Potter, and TV Commercials.
Hello to the people looking at my profile! My name is Lindsay and i'll be your pilot tod- oh wait, i'm a writer, not a pilot. Oops ^^; I'm pretty new at this whole 'writing fanfiction' thing, so i'm hoping you'll bear with me as i try to improve. As you can see from my earlier attempt at a joke, i try to be funny, and fail epically. all right, enjoy my writing!
I am the girl ... that doesn't go to school dances, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on My Space, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or a regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.
But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird, who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Harry Potter, who can express herself better with words, and knows the importance of the little things.
Copy and Paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.
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This reminded me a bit of Lily and James from Harry Potter- it's from 'The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind' (which is a great book, by the way)
Although his friends had no idea, for quite some time the Pope had been keeping his eye on a particular girl. She appeared at the market at the same time each morning, only to disappear in the crowds. An hour would pass, and she's reappear, carrying a bundle of vegetables or a bag of flour, then make her way home to the neighborhood down the hill. These brief moments became the most important part if my father's day, and he made sure he was always at his stall where he could watch her. Even though he'd never heard her voice, something about her seemed to change something inside him. This girl, as you probably guessed was my mother, Agnes.
Well, my father must not have been very smooth, because my mother was well aware of him staring, the way he gazed at her like a puppy at the henhouse door, never sure what to do. She'd asked around and knew his reputation. For some odd reason, these stories of fighting and misbehaving made her excited. Each day she couldn't wait for her mother to send her to the market. Even before entering the rows of wooden stalls, her heart would pound like the chiwoda drums of her childhood dances. Making her way across, it took everything inside her to keep form grinning. But my mother couldn't let on; she was no easy fish to catch.
This game of staring continued for several months, and my mother wondered if this man would ever make his move. If he was so strong and brave, then why on earth was he frightened of her? (as my father tells it, she was always too far away to chase after, and also, yes, he was terrified.)
Finally, my mother decided to test this big, powerful man.
One morning, my father saw her enter the market, and as usual, he quickly became lost in the sight of her. But this time, she did something different. She took a new route through the market- one that was bringing her straight in his direction.
My father became nervous, but knew the time was now or never. This is my big chance, he thought, but what will I say? He didn't have much time to think, because in a matter of seconds, my mother was right upon him. It was the closest she'd ever been, and the sight of her skin made his heart go mad, as if it were trying to run away.
Somehow, he managed to find his courage and leaped over his stall. As she passed, he shouted, "You;re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"
My mother spun around. My father was standing there in the row, arms open, those same eyes now meeting hers.
"I've loved you my entire life," he said "and I want to marry you."
Struggling to stay composed, my mother said,"I'll have to think about that one." then turned and ran away.
The sorting hat says that I belong in Ravenclaw!
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose intelligence is surest."
Ravenclaw students tend to be clever, witty, intelligent, and knowledgeable.
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