Hi! My real name is Sara and I'm from New York. I love CSI, CI, and SVU, and currently House MD. I am absolutely in love with Greg Sanders and Greg House. Sooooo hot...My favorite character in all the world is Alexandra Eames. She is snarkastic! I love Bobby too.
I have strayed from the Harry Potter fiction for quite some time, but I'm back, baby! Wooo Hoooo! Harry Potter represents every good and some bad aspects of my life. LONG LIVE THE MARAUDERS!
About that Sirius is alive and Snape is not evil. (nods)
Favorites
Book: Harry Potter
Color: red
TV Show: CSI, Law and Order SVU and CI, House
Song: I really don't have one because I like a lot of songs.
Hobbies:
Ice Skating
Reading
Watching TV/Listening to Music
Hanging out with friends
Favorite Ships:
Harry Potter
Remus/Sirius (i looooooooove them sooooooo much!)
Hermione/Ron (sooooo obvious)
Draco/Harry (they are starting to grow on me)
Lily/James (self explanatory)
Snape/Tonks (i really like this pairing)
Law and Order:SVU
Elliot/Olivia(they are awesome and he's sooo hott)
Munch/Alex (loooove it!)
Law and Order: CI
Bobby/Alex well duh...
CSI:
Sara/Nick (Snickers)
Catherine/Grissom (Ladybug)
House
House/Wilson
House/Cuddy
House/Cameron
House/Chase
Quotes:
Law and Order: CI
Alex: There they go, Ocean's Two wow I honestly love her...
Bobby: Don't count me out yet. That's right Bobby...go have a child with Alex
Alex: So the victim came into this cubicle, hung her bag on the hook and then the suspect came in.
Bobby: No, I think she put her bag on the floor. Otherwise the suspect could've just reached over the door and grabbed it.
Alex: No. She put it on the hook.
Bobby: Oh, I get it. A girl thing.
to Goren, after meeting an unusual witness
Alex: I didn't know you had an older, geekier brother.
referring to notes on Goren's desk
Alex: Admirers?
Bobby: No, reporters. They want a comment.
Alex: Can they print a hand gesture?
Eames, while examining a recently discovered, 20 year old partly decomposed corpse, realizes the victim was wearing a very rare mini skirt
Bobby: You wore one of those?
Alex: Looked good in it, too.
Eames mentions dating and the other detectives stare at her
Alex: Well, what was I supposed to do when I was pregnant? Sit home and knit?
Alex: When tourists take a bite of the Big Apple, the apple isn't supposed to bite back.
Alex: watching Goren playing with the skull of a corpse You keep doing that, I'm gonna drop this kid right here.
Mr. Smythe: Four counts of manslaughter. That's what I get for overestimating the intelligence of a grand jury.
Alex: Just be grateful the D.A. let you off with a plea bargain.
Mr. Smythe: I don't consider shutting down my website a bargain. All right, Joanie and Chachi, right? This is the last chat I have for them.
Alex: Thank you, you can go do your little dance in Hell now.
ADA Ron Carver: is it cult? mind control?
Bobby: yes
Alex: no
ADA Ron Carver: how reassuring
Bobby: they use the same psychological coercion as cults
Alex: so did the guy who sold me my car. no one forced those people to stay last night
Harry Potter
"'Harry Potter knows that he can confide in me with complete confidence,' I told them. 'I would rather die than betray his trust.'"
"That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead," Ron observed.
"Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe," said Nearly Headless Nick in affronted tones.
"Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?"
"Yes," said Harry stiffly.
"Yes, sir."
"There's no need to call me 'sir,' Professor."
"You'd think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry's legs and reading the Daily Prophet. "Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."
"Thanks," said Harry, grinning. "And what did you tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."
"But you are normal!" said Harry fiercely. "You've just got a-a problem-"
Lupin burst out laughing. "Sometimes you remind me alot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit."
"When we were in Diagon Alley," Harry began, but Mr. Weasley forstalled him with a grimace.
"Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and George's shop?"
"How did you...?"
"Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George."
(After Lupin goes through a list of all the things they've done to discredit Dumbledore) "But Dumbledore says he doesn't care what they do as long as they don't take him off the Chocolate Frog Cards," said Bill, grinning.
BEST QUOTE EVER:
"Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall.
"Loved it," said Lupin briskly. "'Give five signs that identify the werewolf.' Excellent question."
"D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern.
"Think I did," said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin..."
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED RATHER THAN TOHAVE BETRAYED YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!"
Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
"I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?" said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
"Excellent." said Lupin, looking up as Tonks and Harry entered. "We've got about a minute, I think. We should get out into the garden so we're ready. Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry -"
"They won't," said Harry.
"That you're safe -"
"That'll just depress them."
"- and you'll see them next summer."
"Do I have to?"
"So light a fire!" Harry choked.
"Yes...of course...but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
"HAVE YOU GONE MAD!" Ron bellowed. "ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!
Sir — Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?"
"Obviously, you’ve just done so," Dumbledore smiled. “You may ask me one more thing, however."
"What do you see when you look in the mirror?"
"I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks."
Harry stared.
"One can never have enough socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books."
"So you mean the Stone's only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" said Hermione in alarm.
"It'll be gone by next Tuesday," said Ron.
Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
"Don't play," said Hermione at once.
"Say you're ill," said Ron.
"Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested.
"Really break your leg," said Ron.
Homophobia and You
(author unknown)
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
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