I love the Harry Potter books to death. I have also rediscovered, after some seven years, my love for Tolkien books and movies. And His Dark Materials trilogy...and The Hunger Games are pretty good, but they don't quite rank. And then there's the poem 'Renascence' by Edna St. Vincent Millay. And Calvin and Hobbes, and xkcd. Worth reading, peoples, definitely worth reading.
I used to read a lot of fanfiction; now I read some, write some...when I have time. (P.S. If anyone's got a Time-Turner, I'd really like to buy it.) As of right now, I have two fics posted, but several more (mainly one-shots and poems) are on their way.
Also, am major math nerd. Arithmancy anyone?
Summary: This has been the hardest time to be a Ravenclaw that I’ve yet known.
Summary: In which five children listen (more or less) to a bedtime story.
He who robs me of my purse robs me of nothing.
Twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands.
The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in treasure.
--J. R. R. Tolkien
There are some who, were the sun pure gold, would snatch it from the sky.
This poem got third place in the first PA challenge I ever participated in, The Anniversary Challenge v.2. :D
Summary: Shell Cottage is made of the days spent there, but what are the days made of?
Summary: Luna ought to be working on her History of Magic essay, but instead she’s scribbling a poem in the margin of her paper, contemplating the definition of reality.
Summary: It's late on a Sunday evening, and Neville has a couple of questions...
Why is there a whole bunch of confusing Arithmancy in his Herbology textbook? What in Merlin's name is the Fibonacci series? And since when has he been feeling so strange around Luna?
This is 1000timesingoldenink of Ravenclaw writing for the Great Hall Valentine's Day Cotillion 2013.
Summary: There are stories everywhere. Some reveal themselves to their characters, but most do not.
One story goes like this: Once upon a time, there were two children, a boy and a girl, who were best friends. The boy had grown up in the cold, and he fell in love with the girl’s bright warmth; he cared more about her than anything in the world. Yet fate rejected them, and one day, without meaning to, the boy shattered their friendship forever. He tried to apologize, but it was too late. He had been swallowed back into bitter iciness, while the girl remained in the light of the sun.
Yet the girl does not know all this. She only knows of the turning point in the story, the hurt the boy has caused her, the reason she would not forgive him.
These are Lily’s words to Severus at the turning point in their story.
(It is also, for no apparent reason, a parody of Shakespeare sonnet.)
Summary: Thanks, Mum.
A look into the mind of a woman with no identity, no memory, and only the barest ability to feel.
Summary: Do you hear the people sing?
Lost in the valley of the night,
It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light.
For the wretched of the earth,
There is a flame that never dies.
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
The last few moments in the life of Nymphadora Tonks Lupin, daughter of Ted and Andromeda Tonks, wife of Remus John Lupin, mother of Teddy Remus Lupin, Metamorphmagus, Auror, member of the Order of the Phoenix, and posthumous Order of Merlin, First Class.
Summary: Did anybody really appreciate Hannah's mum?
Because Mrs. Abbott was a heroine in her own way, you know.
Summary: “Not good--I mean, not bad. Uh, you?”
“I’m alive,” she said cheerfully.
The first three days after the battle, from the perspectives of Hermione, Ginny, and Luna.