Katherine Frances's Blog, page 47
July 3, 2018
veronicajourn:
I need more blogs to follow!If your blog is about books (movies and TV Shows),...
I need more blogs to follow!If your blog is about books (movies and TV Shows), writing, studying, journalism, news, bullet journaling, art (including fashion), aesthetics, motivation, self-care, moodboards or anything SFW and positive; reblog this and I’ll follow you!!! (I would appreciate a follow back, if your blog is about something that I mentioned, you would probably like mine too. <3)
k-frances:
Kim Shimmers and the Veil of DeathA Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in...
Kim Shimmers and the Veil of DeathA Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in the Kim Shimmers series)
How could we ever hope to flicker on against a darkness so complete, against an evil so prevailing?
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
Family Ties
When tomorrow night came, as she and Fred had agreed, Kim bent down before green flames, muttered her intentions, and stuck her head in. The inside of Fred and George’s flat above the shop made Kim feel suddenly very homesick, more than it usually did. The summer she’d spent there had been possibly the best time of her life, and seemed so distant now. Before she even had to say anything a sway of orange was coming toward her from the kitchen. But it wasn’t Fred.
“Hey George,” Kim said. “How’ve you been?”
“Good,” he said lightly, sinking into the couch. I got a great idea for a self-propelling custard pie today.”
“Sounds messy,” she said matter-of-factly.
“As most good things are,” he said back in the same air, making Kim laugh lightly. The aching in her chest to be back where they were was starting to subside. Maybe what’s been wrong between Fred and I is that he hasn’t treated me as much as a friend anymore. Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing… But then, that’s not really true, is it? He still talks to me the same usually… The very concept that there was something wrong between her and Fred made her uncomfortable, so she pushed the thought away, as if not thinking about it might help.
“So, Fred around?” she asked.
“He stepped out to pick some things up at the store.”
“Oh…” Kim said, thinking she should be let down, but she wasn’t surprised or really even all that bothered.
“He’ll be back soon though!” George said, taking her following silence as sorrow.
“It’s all right,” she said, tilting her head to the side in a shrugging motion.
“He told me about your apparition practice,” he chuckled. “And here you thought you weren’t good at magic.”
Kim shrugged. “It’s a lot like meditating for divination, so… naturally, I’m good at it.”
“You know, Fred always talks high and mighty about passing the test on the first try, but… he didn’t apparate a single time in practice until the last day,” he whispered, as if Fred who wasn’t even home might hear him.
“Really?” Kim said, full volume. George snickered, enjoying Kim’s reaction. “Seriously, after all that big talk. Oh my gosh,” she laughed. “Oh, I am definitely going to talk to him about that.”
“Yeah, he’ll probably kill me for telling you, but…” he shrugged and smiled. “Probably worth it.”
Kim laughed again. Already she’d laughed more in this past few minutes than she ever seemed to lately.
“George,” she said, sighing as she came down from laughter, “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You make me feel normal, you know?”
His features, as they calmed from laughter as well, turned slightly embarrassed, and yet there was still a grin turning his lips up on one side.
“I miss having you both around all the time. I miss Fred for other reasons, of course, but I just miss… I don’t know, us. The way it was before you guys left school.”
George looked up at her then, eyes so warm it made her chest ach. “I miss it too.”
“At least you have Fred, and the shop.”
“You have Fred too,” George laughed. But it didn’t feel like it really.
“I don’t know… has he seemed… different to you lately?”
George made a face of uncertainty. “Not really, no… Busier, but he’s always kind of been like this. You’re talking about his obsession with his work?”
“Sort of…” she said, though she didn’t quite think that was right.
“You probably didn’t realize, because we were at school, but Fred is the hard worker between the two of us. It was disguised by the fact that neither of us worked at school,” he said anecdotally.
Kim smiled as if she agreed, but then she thought about it. Hadn’t she always known that Fred was dedicated in a truly obsessive way to pranks? George was too, if she was being honest, even if Fred was marginally more so. But that hadn’t ever bothered her before, and she didn’t think it was bothering her now… so what was it then?
“What time is it?” she asked, maybe to distract herself from the uneasiness.
“9:30” George said after checking his watch.
Kim sighed and made a small groaning sound. “I have homework I’ve got to do for the morning.”
“Kim, putting homework off till the last minute. Tisk Tisk,” he said, shaking his head theatrically.
“Oh, shut it,” she laughed, though it hardly covered up that she really was bothered, but not by what he had said. Fred still hadn’t come back yet, and she felt she should stay to talk with him. If she got off now, didn’t that make her the one that wasn’t putting in enough effort? But she really did have a whole essay to write. She wasn’t worried about it, but it would take time. She found herself wondering, shamefully, is it even worth it? To stay here, elbows sore against the floor, craning my neck for a 10 minute conversation that would be exactly the same one I’m having with George already?
And there it was. There was what had been bothering her. It hit her so sharply her face sunk hard into a frown, like a flinch, like being punched in the gut. Fred and George were not the same person, but much of what she loved about Fred was also there in George. The laughter. The easiness. The free spirited nature of them that made her feel like anything was possible, and something extraordinary was undoubtedly waiting around the corner. What George was that Fred wasn’t, however, was there. He was there, right on the other side of the fire and Kim hadn’t for a second questioned that there was anywhere he’d rather be. He might’ve been just as obsessed with pranks and the joke shop and having a good laugh as Fred, but at least for the 30 minutes they sat across from each other in his Livingroom, she was all he seemed to care about. And Fred didn’t usually give her that. Not anymore.
“Uh, I-I better get going,” she said uneasily, only glancing up at George now.
“Oh, uh, all right. You want me to tell Fred yo—”
“Tell him I couldn’t wait forever. I have homework.” The words were far harsher than Fred probably deserved, but she thought George would likely soften them up in delivery. She cleared her throat to try and scrape out whatever was making her sound so cold. “I’ll see you later. Goodnight.”
She pulled her head from the fire without waiting for a response, though she had managed to sound much kinder in her last words, and she’d heard the beginnings of a ‘goodnight’ from him. She sat back, shoulder’s wobbly and stiff. She didn’t move to get up, merely leaned back against the foot of Clemon’s bed by the fire and stared off at nothing.
Did I make a mistake… did I choose the wrong twin?
stephaniecheryl:
That feeling when you’re reading a book and maybe it’s a love scene, or maybe it’s...
That feeling when you’re reading a book and maybe it’s a love scene, or maybe it’s a character learning something about him or herself, or maybe it’s something that you’ve always thought but never knew anyone else thought or felt that way too, and your whole body grows warm and tingly and there are tears in your eyes… that. That’s why I read. To feel. To connect. To understand. To have my whole body warmed while I forget to breathe.
July 2, 2018
may12324:
Bonnibel and Marceline!
Will be available as an A3...
Bonnibel and Marceline!
Will be available as an A3 print at Smash and on my etsy a few weeks after.
Kim Shimmers and the Veil of DeathA Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in the Kim...
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in the Kim Shimmers series)
How could we ever hope to flicker on against a darkness so complete, against an evil so prevailing?
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
Family Ties
When tomorrow night came, as she and Fred had agreed, Kim bent down before green flames, muttered her intentions, and stuck her head in. The inside of Fred and George’s flat above the shop made Kim feel suddenly very homesick, more than it usually did. The summer she’d spent there had been possibly the best time of her life, and seemed so distant now. Before she even had to say anything a sway of orange was coming toward her from the kitchen. But it wasn’t Fred.
“Hey George,” Kim said. “How’ve you been?”
“Good,” he said lightly, sinking into the couch. I got a great idea for a self-propelling custard pie today.”
“Sounds messy,” she said matter-of-factly.
“As most good things are,” he said back in the same air, making Kim laugh lightly. The aching in her chest to be back where they were was starting to subside. Maybe what’s been wrong between Fred and I is that he hasn’t treated me as much as a friend anymore. Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing… But then, that’s not really true, is it? He still talks to me the same usually… The very concept that there was something wrong between her and Fred made her uncomfortable, so she pushed the thought away, as if not thinking about it might help.
“So, Fred around?” she asked.
“He stepped out to pick some things up at the store.”
“Oh…” Kim said, thinking she should be let down, but she wasn’t surprised or really even all that bothered.
“He’ll be back soon though!” George said, taking her following silence as sorrow.
“It’s all right,” she said, tilting her head to the side in a shrugging motion.
“He told me about your apparition practice,” he chuckled. “And here you thought you weren’t good at magic.”
Kim shrugged. “It’s a lot like meditating for divination, so… naturally, I’m good at it.”
“You know, Fred always talks high and mighty about passing the test on the first try, but… he didn’t apparate a single time in practice until the last day,” he whispered, as if Fred who wasn’t even home might hear him.
“Really?” Kim said, full volume. George snickered, enjoying Kim’s reaction. “Seriously, after all that big talk. Oh my gosh,” she laughed. “Oh, I am definitely going to talk to him about that.”
“Yeah, he’ll probably kill me for telling you, but…” he shrugged and smiled. “Probably worth it.”
Kim laughed again. Already she’d laughed more in this past few minutes than she ever seemed to lately.
“George,” she said, sighing as she came down from laughter, “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You make me feel normal, you know?”
His features, as they calmed from laughter as well, turned slightly embarrassed, and yet there was still a grin turning his lips up on one side.
“I miss having you both around all the time. I miss Fred for other reasons, of course, but I just miss… I don’t know, us. The way it was before you guys left school.”
George looked up at her then, eyes so warm it made her chest ach. “I miss it too.”
“At least you have Fred, and the shop.”
“You have Fred too,” George laughed. But it didn’t feel like it really.
“I don’t know… has he seemed… different to you lately?”
George made a face of uncertainty. “Not really, no… Busier, but he’s always kind of been like this. You’re talking about his obsession with his work?”
“Sort of…” she said, though she didn’t quite think that was right.
“You probably didn’t realize, because we were at school, but Fred is the hard worker between the two of us. It was disguised by the fact that neither of us worked at school,” he said anecdotally.
Kim smiled as if she agreed, but then she thought about it. Hadn’t she always known that Fred was dedicated in a truly obsessive way to pranks? George was too, if she was being honest, even if Fred was marginally more so. But that hadn’t ever bothered her before, and she didn’t think it was bothering her now… so what was it then?
“What time is it?” she asked, maybe to distract herself from the uneasiness.
“9:30” George said after checking his watch.
Kim sighed and made a small groaning sound. “I have homework I’ve got to do for the morning.”
“Kim, putting homework off till the last minute. Tisk Tisk,” he said, shaking his head theatrically.
“Oh, shut it,” she laughed, though it hardly covered up that she really was bothered, but not by what he had said. Fred still hadn’t come back yet, and she felt she should stay to talk with him. If she got off now, didn’t that make her the one that wasn’t putting in enough effort? But she really did have a whole essay to write. She wasn’t worried about it, but it would take time. She found herself wondering, shamefully, is it even worth it? To stay here, elbows sore against the floor, craning my neck for a 10 minute conversation that would be exactly the same one I’m having with George already?
And there it was. There was what had been bothering her. It hit her so sharply her face sunk hard into a frown, like a flinch, like being punched in the gut. Fred and George were not the same person, but much of what she loved about Fred was also there in George. The laughter. The easiness. The free spirited nature of them that made her feel like anything was possible, and something extraordinary was undoubtedly waiting around the corner. What George was that Fred wasn’t, however, was there. He was there, right on the other side of the fire and Kim hadn’t for a second questioned that there was anywhere he’d rather be. He might’ve been just as obsessed with pranks and the joke shop and having a good laugh as Fred, but at least for the 30 minutes they sat across from each other in his Livingroom, she was all he seemed to care about. And Fred didn’t usually give her that. Not anymore.
“Uh, I-I better get going,” she said uneasily, only glancing up at George now.
“Oh, uh, all right. You want me to tell Fred yo—”
“Tell him I couldn’t wait forever. I have homework.” The words were far harsher than Fred probably deserved, but she thought George would likely soften them up in delivery. She cleared her throat to try and scrape out whatever was making her sound so cold. “I’ll see you later. Goodnight.”
She pulled her head from the fire without waiting for a response, though she had managed to sound much kinder in her last words, and she’d heard the beginnings of a ‘goodnight’ from him. She sat back, shoulder’s wobbly and stiff. She didn’t move to get up, merely leaned back against the foot of Clemon’s bed by the fire and stared off at nothing.
Did I make a mistake… did I choose the wrong twin?
July 1, 2018
So I’ve been gone for some time
Long story short, I moved from the country to the big ol’ city of Boston. That’s been crazy enough in of itself. But I have a place, I have a job, and so far it seems like things are starting to fall into place, sorta. So…
We now return to your regularly scheduled program.
