/"Are you going to kill me, Cammie?" I hissed, not even hesitating to point the gun. My arms didn't shake. My heart didn't pound. I was eerily calm. And then I pulled the trigger./ Follow Cammie through Georgetown University, where her friends are spread across the world and her old enemies are getting closer. Post UWS.

White Chocolates. Led Zeppelin. Lava Lamps. Funerals. Sarcasm./ Man, oh man does she miss twirling in a trance while Stairway to Heaven echoes across her bedroom. It's magical in a muggle kind of way and sometimes, that's the best kind of magic there is./ Lily-centric.

Thirty Prompts. Thirty Drabbles. Thirty words or less. Written for Lily's Challenge on Megsy42's Forum. Various Pairings.

"No. He was not little Tom. He was Lord Voldemort, now." Response to the Weird Phobia Challenge on Megsy42's Forum.

Or The Six Times Sirius Black Lied and The One Time He Didn't. The six times they believed him and the one time they didn't.

It's what she wanted to be. A tragedy. A legend. Her name written in history, and she'd be that girl. But she was nothing. She was just little Bella. Nothing.

Andromeda Tonks felt she was a horrible person, because she didn't cry for her Dora. Or Remus. Or Ted. Or Teddy. Instead, she allowed Andie Black to shriek and cry and wail for Dora's murderer. For her Bella.

She was having a wonderful morning and she was not about to have it ruined by getting a nasty wake up call. Or is it really that nasty? Fluffy one shot. Valentine Treat.

A series of nine novelettes, glimpsing into the lives of nine people, as they are driven crazy in their own grief and longing and sorrow and delirium. An ennead, a novenary. Bellatrix Rodolphus Lucius Narcissa Sirius Draco Peter Andromeda Regulus.