My life's been destined for the noose since I made the still tradition fracture. I was christened as the nuisance.

Five sonnets, each describing a character through the characteristics of their namesake flower. Updated daily until Christmas 2022.

Many pureblood families traced their lineage all the way back to the ancients. Some even claim descendence from gods. Sirius didn't believe in a higher power (and certainly not any dusty old myths!) but when one sails through the Veil of Death and wakes up in their cell four years earlier... well, maybe those bigots had a point after all. Didn't make Sirius like them, though.

Everyone raises a fuss about how either Neville or Harry could have been the Chosen One. Why doesn't Voldemort get the same treatment? It's not like he's the only Dark Lord to ever exist. The answer is simple. Dumbledore made a slight mistake when copying down Trewlawney's words that night... the answer was before our eyes all along.

"There Once was a witch of Blackest Blood..." A villanelle for everyone's favorite villainess.

"Come and rest beside my Hearth." Companion piece for Ode to Hecate.

Crone or Witch or Demon drest, you are my patron chief goddess.