Author has written 36 stories for Harry Potter.
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A Little About Me: First and foremost, I'm horrible about answering my emails. I read them and then they sit there, building up in my inbox. It's a terrible habit, but it's what I do. So, if you've sent me something, chances are I've read it and was distracted by something else before I responded, then it got buried under emails. Hopefully it won't be too long before I get back to you.
There really isn't much worth saying about me... I think the pool is the best place to read, electronics tend to randomly break in strange ways by just being in my presence too long, and I'm not a dog person (they're just so big and drool-y. Cats are much more reserved and like to sit with me while I read quietly).
I like to read (as does most everyone else on this site, I'm sure). I do it frequently and quickly, which means I'm forever running out of reading material. It's a huge problem (recommendations are welcome!).
There, all about me. That paints a pretty thorough picture of me, right? I know it doesn't, but I'm getting bored of writing this, so that's all you're going to get. I can remain all mysterious and such.
Currently in Progress:
This Incarnation: Hiatus again! I know, I suck. My goal is to finish it by the end of the summer, so... we'll see.
The Case of the Divine Circus: Completely written, I'm working on editing it. It's 33 chapters. I'm on the fence about an Epilogue at the moment.
Deceptive Natures Sequel:Also completely written at 15 chapters. I'll start editing it when I'm finished editing The Case of the Divine Circus.
I have officially started posting an original story. It's called "Plain Jane" (I'm frostykitten on fictionpress as well) and you can find it here:
Here's the first bit of chapter one, in case you're curious.
"I've had a vision," Crystal announced, wiping her hands on her pants as she came out of the bathroom. The trio of beaded braids at the front of her hair clinked together as she bounced down the hall, expecting to be followed.
Jane, having been leaning against the wall across from the bathroom, sighed before pushing off the wall and following after her friend. As the official sidekick, Jane was used to trailing in the wake of the storm that was Crystal.
"What did you see?" Jane asked reluctantly. She knew if she kept quiet, Crystal would tell her anyway and then pout for a week because Jane "didn't take her talents seriously."
Every superhero needs a sidekick, and Jane was the most unwilling sidekick in history, mostly because she didn't want to be a sidekick. The one thing that Jane wanted more than anything in the world was to be normal, and having a best friend like Crystal Kristol was really detrimental to a normal life. Crystal had visions, but could only divine in water – toilet water, to be specific. It was something about the shape of the bowl and water level working with the porcelain to form the perfect scrying tool. Jane didn't really know what it was exactly; she usually stopped listening halfway through the explanation.
"It was a little foggy," Crystal started with what Jane knew to be a lie. Crystal's toilet visions were always crystal clear; she was only trying to give her vision a sense of mystery when it was probably something as mundane as the next week's cafeteria menu. "I see blood. So much blood."
Jane checked the hallways to make sure that none of their classmates were close enough to hear Crystal's ramblings this time. Once, a freshman had wandered too close and caught the tail end of a prediction, resulting in the formation of a cult-like following. Tiny freshmen everywhere were always looking at Crystal with adoring eyes and Jane would hate for that unpleasantness to bleed into the other grades. It was pretty much contained with just the freshmen at the moment, and that's the way Jane wanted it to stay.
"Is your period going to be early?" Jane asked dryly, hoping to jolt her friend back on track so they could be over the story by the time they reached the parking lot. Once they were out of the deserted school, their chance of being overheard increased exponentially. The only thing Jane got for her efforts was a nasty glare.
"No, not my period. I see death and blood. Someone is going to lose their life in the next three days."
"Do you know who's going to die?"
Crystal frowned at her friend, probably upset that Jane hadn't had a more dramatic reaction to the shocking news. Jane's reaction would have been more satisfactory if this had been the first time Crystal had predicted a death, but she had been doing it since fourth grade and Jane was somewhat desensitised at this point.
"You're no fun," Crystal pouted. With her wide brown eyes, plump lips, and cheekbones that would make most models jealous, Crystal was good at pouting – and she knew it.
Unfortunately for Crystal, Jane was completely immune to her friend's pouts. "If you wanted someone fawning over you, then wait until tomorrow and announce your vision to your little freshman cult."
Crystal's pout lingered for a few more seconds before she huffed. "Fine." Her eyes acquired a distant expression as she tried to remember what she had seen. "I couldn't see his face because it was turned away from me, but he had longish black hair and painted black nails. I thought it was a suicide at first, but his throat was sliced through."
They shared a moment of silence in deference to the boy who was going to lose his life in just days. The moment was broken when Crystal shook her head sadly. "They're never going to get all of that blood from the grout."
For the billionth time, Jane wished that she could live a normal life.
"And the cafeteria's serving macaroni salad next Wednesday."
My original oneshot can be found here: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3156013/1/The-First-Light-of-Morning
Here's the description: At first they'd thought they'd cheated death and gained something amazing in exchange for a new diet. Over the centuries though, it slowly become apparent that they hadn't truly gained anything. In fact, they'd lost something they hadn't even known was important.
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