Perhaps tomorrow, when the day is new and the sun is bright and people and places are changed by events that might have transpired today." Lily. Odd.

He called her his radiant beauty. Back when the days were long, and the nights were short, and laughter was for free, her called her his radiant beauty. DG

Sometimes, he would just stand there while she would write frantically, as if forcing her hand to keep up with her thoughts; she hardly took much notice of him, but was well aware of his presence." A night in Slytherin. Review, please.

"I pretend, for the moment, that he’s alive and well, whose shoulder my head was on, whose lips were pressed against my temple, whose voice murmured comforting words in my ear, pretend that everything was well, like those days in front of the Fire"

"Life doesn't count by the years. Some suffer a lifetime in one day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun" ~Jane Augusta Evans