It Is Important To Remember

I Always Have A Basic Plot Outline, But I Like To Leave Some Things To Be Decided While I Write.

Every Second He Breathed, The Smell Of The Grass, The Cool Air On His Face, Was So Precious: To Think That People Had Years And Years, Time To Waste, So Much Time It Dragged, And He Was Clinging To Each Second.

Oh, Shut Up Weatherby.

My Parents Are Muggles, Mate. They Don't Know Nothing About No Deaths At Hogwarts, Because I'm Not Stupid Enough To Tell Them.

Was It Love When Somebody Filled A Space In Your Life That Yawned Inside You, Once They Had Gone?