Oliver Wood. The man born for quidditch. He blocks every goal, mercilessly, without fail. But now, he is tired. OW centric, oneshot, complete. Mild KBOW

‘We are all partial; so many different bits to make a whole. People have so many sides to their personality. There are so many bits running around inside of us that sometimes it’s hard to be “strong.” It’s just how humans are, Hermione.’ OWHG.

One plus zero does not equal two. George tries to cope.

Similarities exist between obsession and imprisonment: both give, take, provoke and define insanity and their endings and beginnings seem ever infinite. The Dark Lord, post DH, and you.

Hermione is a phoenix. Oliver is her burning day. Their love waits. OWHG.

‘Be grateful for the home you have, knowing that at this moment, all you have is all you need.’ As autumn saps the gum leaves grey, Hermione arrives in Australia.

Alcohol. Oh, how it makes her laugh. FWHG.

Everything comes down to a question of fight or flight.