We all know Harry's rubbish at expressing his feelings. Taking this into consideration, Ron and Hermione decide to give him a little push in the right direction... Since we're being completely and totally honest - oh, did I forget to mention that? Well, we are. Just to let you know. - I've re-written this letter about eighteen times. (And what a show of determination on the part of my two best mates! Still standing behind me, looking just as terrifying with their own respective weapons as they did in the beginning.)
Let's try this again: Thisbe, Lord Marshal of the "Underverse", the future Mrs. Riddick... "She started going out with him in seventh year, once he'd deflated his head a bit." - Order Of The Phoenix. Well, it's seventh year, and we all who know is Head Boy and Girl. The only question that remains is the timeless, eternal: "What will it take for Lily to finally fall for James?" Believe it or not, it all started with a bet...
Lily Evans and James Potter are still on last-name basis. He stills asks her out every day and she still refuses. But James knows something is changing . . . Lily Evans is, after all, a miracle waiting to happen.
There is something so hollow about my life. I can’t explain it, can’t quite put my finger on it. But it’s there. I feel it every night, just before I drift off to sleep. This unexplainable feeling of . . . dread, almost. Dreading another day, dreading another smile, another laugh. It’s almost as if I don’t even want to live.*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~The last segment in the 'Part Of The Game' Series.
Who else? Thisbe Gwydion is my queen.Through the eyes of Ginny's fifth-year journal, she goes through growing up, learning to trust, and keeping her temper under control. Sometimes. Mostly. And there is, of course, the ever-pressing matter of Harry Potter, who she absolutely does NOT fancy. Really. She doesn't.
He opened his eyes and was too empty to sigh. He shivered from the cold of the night and let his hand fall to his lap. He leaned back against the wall and pulled his knees to his chest, tucking his chin in the gap between them. He stared absently out the window, laughter of those who sat by the warm fire echoing in his head.
It was cold, by the windowsill. And he wanted so to be warm.
I have never wanted to change things more than I do at this moment. I have always dreamed of the day when we all could let go of this silly game, but never have I ever wanted to just stop pretending and bring our perfect little world crashing down on it’s foundation.A chapter in the 'Part Of The Game' series.
I find myself wishing for sixteen again. I remember that all of this is just a game, and I find myself longing for the days when the War was raging outside of our walls and everyone was dying, and I knew that my fate would lead me to inevitable death. Set in the 'Part Of The Game' series.
Once again, all credit goes to my lovely hero: Thisbe Gwydion! She has made me two bee-ooooo-tiful banners and reviewed EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER. I LOVE YOU.
He's dead. A fact that Sirius Black accepts stoically and humorously. But he's about to learn that death isn't all it's cracked up to be, and he'll soon be faced with a choice that will determine if he'll spend eternity with his best friends...or the woman he loves. (Companion to Little Black Book.)
I don't deserve you, Thisbe. I really don't. We all have our parts to play. Each of us assuming our roles in day-to-day life.
My role is the friend who comforts you and holds you and you love me....but not in the way I want you to.I know that she pities me. I know that she knows that I’m in love with you. And I think she knows it’s the only role I could fill. She knows that she is the only one who could possibly play the person you’ve fallen for; she is th
'I hate myself. I hate my life.
I used to be a loving, caring girl. Until I came here. Until I came here, where my entire life was thrown out of balance. I hardly ever see my parents anymore. They are always out. They are always busy. Too busy for me. No one understands. The girls, all assuming I’m like them, take me under their shadow. They all bring me into their crowds. But they don’t know. They don’t even think that I’m anything other than another one of the rich, stuck up Slytherin girls. Just another Slytherin princess.’
Have you ever looked up at the night sky and wondered where I was? The One, the only one, for you? Have you ever thought that maybe I was out there, taking the wrong path, one that lead away from you? I do. I think about it so much that it keeps me awake at night.
Thisbe . . . there are no words to express my eternal gratefulness that I haven't spouted off already. I love you. :D Hermione/Ron get together-happy-break up piece...a collection of original poems instead of a story...due to the fact that I'm having major writers block for Ricochet. :-) Er--note: very, very depressing.
And then God created woman...wait, no. He created THISBE GWYDION so that she could make scrumptrilecent banners for me!!Harry Potter finds that his dead Godfather, Sirius, left him all of his posessions. When Harry finally works up the nerve to look at them, he finds and old diary, a time-turner, and a second chance...
Thisbe, oh Thisbe...Lily Evans is intending to go through her 7th year as Head Girl; happily acing her school work, happily having her friends, and happily having James Potter leave her alone.
We all know she won't get her last wish.