Katherine Frances's Blog, page 213
July 6, 2016
"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people..."
- Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran
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m-l-rio:
aureole (n.)a radiance surrounding the head or the whole figure in the representation of a...
aureole (n.)a radiance surrounding the head or the whole figure in the representation of a sacred personageany encircling ring of light or color; haloAstronomy. corona Geology. a zone of altered country rock around an igneous intrusion
promptsandpointers:
World Building :
Are there familial...
World Building :
Are there familial expectations for any persons? Do they weigh more heavily on some identities than others? What are the expectations associated with reproduction?
July 5, 2016
Kim Shimmers and the Black Prophecy
A Harry Potter Fanfic by me (and the 3rd installment of the Kim Shimmers series)
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted at the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 10
Accimoria
The next day Fred kissed Kim on the cheek as he dashed out of the breakfast hall, shouting something about testing something with the word puke in it, but to keep it quiet. Kim assumed this was because Hermione was still on their tales. She smiled at him and watched as he and George jogged away, chatting happily. She was glad things were finally looking up for their joke shop. Since it had, their spirits had been considerably higher. It was all thanks to Harry, who oddly wasn’t at breakfast either. Or lunch.
“Where have you been all day?” Kim asked as she sat down amongst the group at dinner. Harry looked rather exhausted, as did Ron.
“I’ve been here,” Hermione said, shrugging.
“I know, I meant those two.”
“Trying to get some homework done,” Ron grumbled as he forked up a bight of food. He seemed even too drained to eat with his usual fervor. “I can’t believe how much we’ve got.” There was a lot, but Kim hadn’t had too much trouble keeping up so far. Not to the degree they were displaying anyway.
“Well, why didn’t you do any last night?” Hermione asked him.
“Huh, I’m with you Ron,” Kim chuckled dreamily. “I didn’t get anything done last night either.”
“Well I’m sure you didn’t,” Hermione said a bit sharply, though Kim couldn’t think why.
“Yeah,” Ron laughed. “Too busy off snogging somewhere I’d assume.”
She gave a briefly embarrassed expression that melted into a mischievous grin. She couldn’t deny it. She knew how they knew… the whole school had been muttering about the firework display. Those on the wrong side of the school to see it had heard about it from others.
“You saw that, hu?” she finally said.
“Please,” Hermione scoffed. “It’d be hard to miss.”
"There was something behind me, shrouded in cigarette smoke, maybe it was my innocence, or maybe it..."
- manilalight (via wnq-writers)
"We would be together,
And have our books,
And at night,
Be warm in bed together,
With all the..."
And have our books,
And at night,
Be warm in bed together,
With all the windows open,
And the stars bright.”
-
Earnest Hemingway
A Moveable Feast
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