~~a plummet you say?

Great Merlin's beard! You were sure clumsy and absentminded. One day you were walking along to your Divination class thinking about the great dinner you had last night and all of the sudden, you fell to your death! It seems that you weren't looking and the staircase you were on decided to change its position. You took one wrong step and in the end Filch had to scrape you off the floor. Take the How would you die @ Hogwarts? test by Shaolin.

i always knew i wasn't glamorous, but this is taking it a bit far, isn't it :) although. i mean. at least... the three-headed dog didn't eat me? something like that. yah.

        ~~happy birthday, ivy :)~~


hee even though you don't know me and all, and ok let's face it no one reads this thing :> something about writers who really touch me with their words makes me think i know them, somewhat, like it's a relationship of a kind. i get all affectionate and sentimental and everything. especially writers whose stories make me smile, happily even if they're being sad. it really means a lot, this sort of connection i get with stories, and especially in a fandom, you get the feeling like it -could- be a two-way street, that it's actually a person, that it's a round-table. i still haven't been around long, and i can't really imagine ever becoming a "part" of any group, but there are such warm and talented people around, that i do want to. i'm really glad i let go of my prejudice against harry potter (i was horrified initially, when i skimmed the first book, at the bad writing), because i get to read people like ivyblossom and so many others. yeay! you're a big part of why i like harry and draco, hee:)

~ohhhhhhh....

oh, god. this fic makes my toes curl. yuuuummmm. mayahearthwoman is... better than a shot of super-condensed evil!coffee. i'm all buzzy and wired now. that was so, so intense. i'm just nuts i guess, but it just really was.

this harry/dudleydraco is just... kinetic. so intense. oh who needs actual real life, anyway, if words can do this to one :> heh. it is just me? it's so cool. i'm having this silly grin, like i'm post-orgasmic or something, with these little fireworks still going off in my arms and legs, heh. and no, long drawn out descriptions of visceral hatred don't "do it" for me. ahem. well they don't. it's... it's... the hair. it's dudley's hair. that's it...