Those were the days of the Ravenclaw Witch Hunts and Arith was just a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not that she was entirely blameless, but she had nothing to do with the abductions terrorizing the royal family. How can she clear her name? How can she defend herself from the current dangers with only the aid of a stick? For Arith, it's all a game of numbers.

...The simplicity of the fireworks makes this the best time of the day–just holding hands under the sunset, ever clear, ever crimson, listening to the soft soliloquy of the eventide wind. - Written for Ilia's Every Word Counts challenge; one-shot, 500 words on the harrypotterfanfiction website. SEQUEL TO MOONLIT SILHOUETTES

He smiles because he has never felt this way before; has never had these feelings, these surreal feelings, these unnamed feelings. - Written for Ilia's Every Word Counts challenge; one-shot, 500 words on the harrypotterfanfiction website.