The basics...

Name: Emma
Age: 19
Location: Flintshire, North Wales (holidays) and Bristol (term time)

Enjoys: Reading, writing, baking, walking, orchestras, windbands, pubs, pizza, music, lie-in's, Radio 4...exciting life, I know.

Hates: Good plots happening to bad authors. Unfinished stories.

Fears: Wasps and bees (I'm allergic), hairdressers, and foxes/badgers getting my chickens.

Current educational status (09/10): Second year vet student at Bristol Uni

Loves:
His Dark Materials - Sally Lockhart - Robin Hood (BBC version) - Harry Potter - Doctor Who - Bones - Artimus Fowl - Torchwood - Pirates of the Caribbean - Star Wars - Lord of the Rings - Spiderman (films) - American Dragon - Fillmore! - Mediator - Twilight - Merlin - Scrubs - Gavin and Stacey - Various other random books/films/TV Shows.

Pairings: If it's canon, chances are I like it. If it's well-writen and believable, I'll probabely give it a chance.

And I suppose Beth deserves a mention too. She's my sister, who apparently proof-reads stuff for me, although certain evidence does point to the contary. She's also a pyromaniac, and myself and my family live in fear of her burning the house down around us. Any flames I receive are given to her to play with.

Quotes I've collected over the past few years knocking around this site:

While Harry was brave, honest and kind, at least Ron could be relied upon for irrational and impulsive acts of daftness.

"What are you doing here?” hissed Sirius, pulling himself to his feet and leaning against the wall for support. Snape sighed. “Most unfortunately – saving you.”

As most sentients in the galaxy knew, offending a Sith Lord was very hazardous to one’s health.

Darth Vader, the Dark Lord of the Sith, and sometimes matchmaker for unrequited love.

"That is so Welsh."
"What?"
"I show you something fantastic, you find fault."

James shook his head vehemently. “What are friends for, Padfoot, if not to eat chocolate pie on their comatose friend’s bed?”
“That’s my point, though. He’s sort of not awake at the moment. So what happens when he wakes up and finds little bits of chocolate pie all over his sheets? He won’t be happy.”
“This is a brotherly bonding session, Padfoot. We can’t exclude him. He’s here in spirit.”

"I imagine they nabbed him for drunk and disorderly again. Or maybe assault and battery. With Dwarves, the difference isn’t particularly marked.”

“I don’t bother making sentimental speeches very often,” said Aragorn evenly, “and when I do, I very much dislike being snubbed.”

"You've done…nothing wrong?" finished Snape, looking up at Sirius in disbelief. "How unlike you."

“Geniuses,” said Booth with a shrug. “They’ve surpassed the need for oxygen."

“So you’ve chosen a life of filing and incredibly dangerous subterfuge against the Ministry when you’ve run out of paper clips?”

“That’s pretty much what bravery is, Perce. Now, you’re on an excruciatingly dangerous, self- appointed mission that reeks of death and danger and that is really unlikely to lead to any route but certain death and you didn’t ask me to help?”

"And you don’t know who to trust any more or what even to think because the Ministry changes its policies so quickly and all I can really do without risking death is to ensure that when our doom arrives it’s spelled correctly!"

“Not dying is very easy,” Oliver said, pacing. “I have frequently not been dead.”

‘Is that understood?’ I demanded, seizing his chin with one of my hands authoritatively. He looked me in the eye, and then nodded. ‘In regards to CeeCee Webb,’ he promised, ‘I solemnly swear I will get up to no good.’

Darn him and his insistence that the majority of our activities should involve clothing.

He wanted her to get married, have a gaggle of children, and name them all John.

James laughed – a short, mirthless sound. “You see, this is the difference between you and me,” he said. “You probably believe in life after death. I, on the other hand, believe in life after school. And I want to achieve it.”

“Oh, yes, that will be very easy to explain to everybody. That I am not wearing a shirt anymore because Will chewed it off like a wild animal!”

"Yes well...Well, Jack's plans usually involve chaos and an inappropriate amount of sexual innuendo and quite frankly, I didn't want to have to deal with the inevitable paper work."

Goverment Health Warning: Below, you will find several stories which I strongly advise you do not even think about reading. They are badly written, un-edited, often plotless and generally the ridiculus waffle that most people first publish when they join this site. I keep them up only because a few people did somehow seem to enjoy them, and, in the back of my mind, I occasionally toy with the idea of re-working some of them one day. Anyway, probaly best if you avoid...

The Start of the End - Harry Potter. The final battle, and it's aftermath. Don't read it. Or, if you must, don't judge me for it. First thing I ever wrote on this site, riddled with mistakes, typo's, and generally a rather rubbish story. I'd delete it, but I keep planning to go back and edit it at some point.

Chance and Hope - His Dark Materials. From the same time as SotE, and again, I wouldn't bother. Typical Lyra/Will reunion story that I could turn into a much better story - in that one at least I know there is some scope for more. Anyone interested in having a shot of re-doing it themselves, let me know!

Shadows in the Breeze - Harry Potter. Very odd, even for me. Better, I think, than the above two, but maybe only because it's short! Tonks and Remus after Dumbledores death.

Two Words - Harry Potter. My first real attempt at a one shot, came out very oddly. Possibly nearing ok standerd. The graves of the Wizard War heros.

An Ending Worse Than Death - Harry Potter. Never could make my mind up on this one. A "Harry wakes up and it was all a dream" scenario.

After that, it gets better. There's even a couple of things I'm slightly proud of. Shucks.