Fred sure does talk a lot. So does Ellie, if we're being fair.

The beginning, the end, and none of the in-between.

There are ghosts in here.

The next-generation girls and the selves they hide. Drabbles.

a collection of next-gen drabbles inspired by songs

The war has left scars on both of them, but together they are beautiful. Together they are happy.

Narcissa walks through the years asleep, dreaming of Molly.

They are too soft for the world they live in, too light, too fragile. Maybe together they can build someone stronger.

This is wrong in every way. (warning for unrequited cousincest)

For the Femslash Drabbleathon Challenge.

She handed in her notebooks and ink and moments captured in eclectic handfuls of words when she was twelve

it's not your name that bothers you, it's everything else. you know you're being melodramatic. you don't want to be here, either.

"I didn't fall in love. I fell through it: Came out the other side moments later, hands full of matter, waking up from the dream of a bullet tearing through the middle of my body." -Love Letter by Sarah Manguso

They're a story of might-have-beens.

Her painted smile and icy bones are fading. Could this be the start of... something? (rated T for mental stuff)

Arabella Figg remembers.