Sixth Year Gryffindor, addicted to menthol cigarettes and Max Wood. Yay.

And so she resided, in the amplified confusion of magnificent hyperboles and damming distortion.

She had always been a hurricane of curse words and ink blots.

He explains that he desires more than to know what lays between your thighs. That you are worth more than a liquor soaked fumble and a shaking resolve.

October falls into November and November bleeds into December. But winter claimed her as a lover back when the maypoles were still erected, phallic and valiant under the gestating sun.

She could tell you that she is suspended to this reality by a single gossamer strand and that your God forsook her long ago.

She had tattooed exaggerations and embellishments into her skin, the metallic laceration of another perforation dulled by repeated experience.

Three part oneshot series revolving around Oliver Wood and Katie Bell. Each based on song by Gabrielle Aplin. Songfic. Please Read and Review.

The final legacy of the war is over and it's with grace the Minister greets the new wizarding era.

Follow the lives and loves of our favourite famous, beautiful adolescents, living in London and taking the world. AU. Rating may change. Read & Review! DM / HG BZ / GW LL / OC PP / OW

He's here and you're home. R&R please.

Cold nights and lonely hearts in Gryffindor Tower.