Some things in life are timeless, a fact that Eleanor Richards was too keenly aware of. Face to face with what some may call her destiny, what is there to do when your destiny feels a little larger than life itself?

My mark has been left, to say the least, born in an era of brutal and unforgiving war that was smothered by a cotton, cushy blanket for many years until it was ripped away cruelly and the war rolled onwards, claiming me as its victim and marking me a willing participant. But as I await the lips and touch of good ol' death, I think back to my teen years in Malfoy Manor

"I do wish he went out of his way to speak with you more, Ria." Blaise commented with a coy smirk. "I do love being reminded that I inhabit a home with an insane psychopath." Astoria let out a feminine scoff. "But, as I hear it, Malfoy, you've got all of this to look forward to. Am I correct to assume that a congratulations are in order for the new, happy couple?"

Entering her Fourth year at Hogwarts, Andria has to handle an irritating brother, hotheaded friends, a foot-fetish pervert, a soul-sucking secret and the escape of notorious murder Sirius Black who her mother, for reasons unknown, refuses to give her or her brother any insight about. Finishing her school year is the least of her worries. - PoA to DH - (slowburn eventual romance)

Everything is made for a reason, some are good, some are bad, some are to protect, and some are to abuse. No matter how small, how big, how scary, how calming, how human or how supernatural, everything and everyone has a reason. -DISCONTINUED FOR NOW-