She knows nothing other than the room in which she resides. But sometimes, she thinks she remembers something else. I own nothing.

In honor of Rumbelle's 2nd anniversary, written for the Fluffapalooza on Tumblr. Belle discovers a new delicacy.

After a passionate discussion with my husband about fixed timelines, this prompt on Reddit called out to me. "Fix the biggest plothole in any story of your choice." Why one cannot simply go back in time and stop Voldemort. (A bit cracky, but hopefully amusing!)