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If I smile and don't believe, Soon I know I'll wake from this dream... There wasn't much to do when Sirius was confined to his room for days on end. Of course, there wasn't much to do even when he wasn't; though their parents rarely said it out loud, Regulus knew they disapproved of him spending a lot of time with Sirius, lest some of the Gryffindor rebelliousness rub off on him. But at least they could be in the same room together, and Sirius kept things from being boring, even when he was just being annoying. As it was, no one had been to visit in days, he hadn't been outside in days, and Sirius was locked in his room. The hours dragged b

James, Sirius, and Peter had already changed, Peter having shoved himself into a corner with trembling nose, James standing regally at a safe distance. Sirius was closest, wide dog eyes fastened on Remus, ears tilted just slightly back. His tail, usually wagging and full of energy, was still on the wood floor of the Shrieking Shack. They'd already been there for over an hour; James insisted that they leave plenty of time to spare, just in case. He was never more mature than on the night of a full moon, surpassing even the serious attitude he took with the Quidditch team. They always came far before the moon rose, settling in, Sirius trying to

"What say you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. "Will you babysit the cubs?" The hilarity mounted; Draco Malfoy looked in terror at his father, who was staring down into his own lap, then caught his mother's eye. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, then resumed her own deadpan stare at the opposite wall... ~ His hands grasped metal so cold he wouldn't have dared stick his tongue to it, lest it freeze immediately into place. Not that Draco had a habit of touching his tongue to metal fences normally. Despite the shame and dishonor and bad reputation his family ha

Scorpius saw the snitch and immediately sped toward it, the Gryffindor seeker quickly in pursuit. It was fourty minutes into Slytherin's second game against Gryffindor, also Scorpius's second game. Though he was a sixth year, he'd never played Quidditch before, utterly disinterested in the sport. But he'd finally been cajoled into trying out and was actually quite excellent, years upon years of flying with his father, however Quidditch-unrelated, giving him enough skill to perform beautifully in the air. The announcer finally caught on to the fact that Scorpius was shooting after the snitch, dodging rogue bludgers and pushing his beautiful,

"There he is, Mr. Potter, sir," the house elf stated before bowing and disapparating with a crack. Harry walked down the carpeted hallway toward Draco's back, the man lounging silent and unmoving in the doorway at the very end of the hall. Clearing his throat as he neared the blond, he started talking awkwardly, not sure as to what sort of welcome he might recieve. "I'm sorry I didn't owl first, but something suddenly came up and I need Albus at home..." Harry paused barely a foot behind Draco, a small library visible over Malfoy's shoulder. Draco shifted silently, turning to lean his back against the right doorpost, his grey eyes remainin

"Merlin, Al, is your hair always this tangled?" Scorpius rolled over and dug his fingers into the boy's messy black hair, gently trying to work out a knot. Albus made a face at the attention but let Scorpius continue his preening, the young Malfoy pressing up against Albus's side with his left knee in the air. However, the leg soon became heavy and slowly began to descend, coming to a rest overtop of Albus's left leg. Albus gave Scorpius a startled look, but the Slytherin didn't seem to notice or mind that he was now half-laying on his Gryffindor friend. "Scorp!" Albus finally protest after a moment of gentle tugging on his scalp. "Hm?" t

SPECIES. CENTAURS. COMMON CENTAURS. The most common centaurs are half human, half horse. They are the sturdiest of all the centaur breeds, save for the dragonian centaurs, and are the most populous. UNICORNIAN CENTAURS. There still exsist, however, small pockets of unicornian centaurs. These, however, have only two legs, in the fashion of satyrs, and a single white horn protruding from the forehead. This horn begins to grow around adolencence and reaches its full length around the age of eighteen. DRAGONIAN CENTAURS. This particular breed of centaur possesses the upper body of a human and the entire body, subtracting the head and neck, of

The Swan Princess King Will's Castle: Narrator: A princess is born to King William and named Odette. Crowd: *hat throw* Still King Will's Castle: baby!Odette: *cooes* Derek: I'm giving you this locket with a swan on it that is in no way hinting as to what animal that evil sorcerer in the back of the room is going to turn you into later on in the story. Audience: Um, the movie is called 'The Swan Princess.' It's not that hard to figure out. King Will and Queen Ruberta: *decide to force their two children to play with each other all summer every summer in the hopes that they will fall in love, get married, and their two kingdoms will be