There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
- T.S. Eliot, 'The Waste Land'
If a story is a journey, then I want to enjoy every leg of the trip. I don't care where I'm going - I'd rather not know, half the time - but I want an interesting view while I travel. I'm happy to go fast or slow, straightforward path or winding road, but I don't ever want to feel like I'm waiting to arrive at the next station - or worse, feel like sleeping through to the end. That's the kind of story I like to read, and when I don't have enough of it to read, then that's what I write.
Summary: Cho's last year was going to be different. She was going to focus on school. She was going to play Quidditch. She was not going to get involved with rebellions, or boys. She was not going to be distracted by anything.
And then came Katie Bell.
Summary: If asked, Yvonne would have admitted that she was caught in-between two worlds. She was a witch - a Healer working at St. Mungo's, in fact - who used Muggle methods to help her patients. She had no connection to the Department of Mysteries, and could not have thought she was trapped between the present and the past, reality and nightmare, truth and lie, the living and the dead...
Not yet, anyway.
Summary: Just a meeting. Just a meeting at midnight, on the Astronomy Tower, where no-one else can see. Where no-one else will be. That's all it is. Just a meeting. Hermione/...?
A reading that consists of only cards from the Major Arcana indicates the destiny of the querant lies outside their own control - possibly within the hands of Fate itself.
Nineteen years pass between the final chapter and the epilogue. Here are two days inside those nineteen years.
Their friendship is almost a predestined thing: not the kind that is written in the patterns of stars, but the simpler kind of destiny that brings together people of like mind the same way gravity pulls leaves from the trees or magnets draw iron filings to attention. Never do either of them give much thought to the infinite momentous hammer of time and all things past that draws them together. And why should they? Rose and Callum are, after all, just products of their parents and the parents before them, like the rest of us, and to be otherwise is tantamount to impossibility.
Summary: The package arrived on a Thursday. Luna was able to tell instantly as it soared over the tables at breakfast, borne by some anonymous owl, that it was for her. It was the way her father wrapped packages.
She set aside her breakfast to clear a space for the owl, and waited patiently for it to land. Breakfast could wait a little. It happened every day, after all.
Summary: One and one and one is three. Draco - Pansy - Blaise.
Summary: A train ride that never was. A shuffled narrative. The words that pass between people, unsaid.
Summary: Harry and Hermione meet for coffee, talk about things, don't talk about others. Between the words is where history lies, undisturbed.