A writer crawling back to what she used to have, hoping she can get back into the grove of writing again.
Moonlite is back after a very long hiatus. I'm sorry about lots of things, including never finishing Ron's Journal. Really, truly, sorry. I had to recover and all that and then when I finally did other things got in the way. Again, there aren't many ways for me to say that I'm sorry but I really am. Can't express how much I am, actually.
I am still writing. In fact I'm writing a new fic (that won't get left in the dust, I promise) So look out for it. Hope you all can forgive me.
Will always love you! ^_^
Summary: “Why are you here?” Monicola asked quietly.
“Not for tea, I can tell you that much.” Hawk reached into his pocket and withdrew a small vial full of a thick red liquid. “Thirsty?”
Monicola’s eyes grew wide with fear. “Hawk, don’t even think about it. You know what blood does to me this early.”
“Exactly,” he whispered and then kissed her on the lips.
All in one motion Hawk was on top of her, the cork in the vial was off, and his wrist was tilted, threatening to drip the liquid in her mouth.
Harry has been introduced to one of Lupin's "old friends" who has asked her to become the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher despite her more serious attribute. Asked to tell of her knowledge of Sirius Black, the possible new DADA professor embarks on a tale that could explain Sirius' death.
The Final Chapter is in queue. Thanks to all my fans.