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?
Edit: I now have rather more than two fics posted, and the number is continuing to increase (at approximately the rate dy/dx=sin(3x)+x^2+5x. Just kidding). At the moment there are not really enough to necessitate making an organizational list of them here in my bio, but I like making organizational lists, so I'll put one here anyway.
Dark and Light: Ron/Hermione and a bit of Muggle history, because why not.
Flame Red: the story of a redheaded girl, as told to James, Al, Lily, Rose, and Hugo. I am told that it contains "fantastic family fluff," which is just too good an alliteration to pass up mentioning here.
Goatilocks and the Three Puffs: a crack!fic about a goat. 'Nuff said.
*In the Hufflepuff Way: conversations between Hannah Abbott and her parents.
Pineapple in the Library: Neville + Luna + math = awesomeness. My entry to the 2013 Great Hall V-Day Cotillion.
Tomorrow Comes: a Tonks songfic, to "Do You Hear the People Sing?"
With a Slammed Door and a Loud Crack: an expanded version of the drabble which won the Hysterical/Historical challenge in TTB...it is both historical and more than a little hysterical.
The Beginning of After: my first fanfic, consisting of several scenes from the three days after the Battle. Recorded on Audiofics for their Inaugural Live Broadcast!
At Peace At War: Ginny, mid-February 1998, rediscovering her spirit.
Firework: Dolores Umbridge makes 'em go oh-oh-oh...as they shoot across the sky-y-y...
Look At Me: Snape, at the moment of his death.
*Musings: a bit of Lunacy, or perhaps perfect sanity.
*Philosopher's Stone: a Perenelle villanelle which defies summarization. (Actually, a lot of my poems defy summarization.)
Shall I Compare Thee to a Winter's Eve: an unhappy Sev/Lily whose first line happens to resemble a famous sonnet, no idea how that happened.
*Shell Cottage: an unusually long free verse poem on, you guess it, Shell Cottage.
*Still: a prose poem inspired by an image of a woman in an explosion.
*The Closed Ward: the vestiges of Alice Longbottom's mind.
Today I Do Not Want to Be a Ravenclaw: your typical gripe about schoolwork, only with meter and rhyme.
Uncertainty: Ron/Hermione (or whatever other pairing you want) fluff.
*These have been nominated in the 2013 QSQs.
Summary: He does not speak of it afterward, and the few who are fool enough to ask once certainly never make that mistake again.
This is the buried memory of an evening close to a century ago.
Summary: In which Ron encounters some very strange things while staying in a Muggle hotel iin America.
Summary: The world can stand still.
Nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
Summary: Somebody seems to have written a quintet of impatient love couplets and then cast Diffindo on each one.
Definitely wasn't me.
Summary: But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow!
Let them once more absorb me! One look now
Will lap me round for ever, not to pass
Out of its lights, though darkness lie beyond:
Hold me but safe again within the bond
Of one immortal look! All woe that was,
Forgotten, and all terror that may be,
Defied, -no past is mine, no future: look at me!
His guide in life, his guardian in death: the silver doe.
Summary: Umbridge embraces her inner firework.
Summary: A splendiferous little tale about the success story of a young goat running a restaurant, containing no bizarre details, inane tangents, or absurd plot devices whatsoever.
(Merlin, it’s hard to type with my fingers crossed.)
This is an extended version of my entry to the Goatily Different April Challenge over in TTB.
Summary: Ginny's mind at midnight, mid-February 1998.
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 It has also been nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
Summary: Shell Cottage is made of the days spent there, but what are the days made of?
Nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
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.
Nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
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. Nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
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.
To my great surprise, this fic was nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
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.