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Ran a lot of errands today. So now I'm tired since I've been driving the entire day, and I'm dreading, and dreading again going to school tomorrow. Granted, it's only an introductionary thing, but since the few friends that actually go to that college are already in 2nd semester, so none of them will be there tomorrow, and, and... I'm nervous. So very much.

Besides that, I'll have to take some blood analyisis early in the morning since said school is bitchy and wants a medical certificate *mumbles angrily*

I've already sent my first entry for potter_owls, a community you should all check out, consisting in weekly challenges and eliminations, in a sorta-but-not fanfic/art/icon survivor way. Now I've only got to figure out today's blanlketforts. I supposedly know how things are turning out, but I found a loophole this morning, so well, shit.

I've so much to read from that community, and yet no time to do so, since I have to go to bed early (for the first time in fucking six months) and I've still got QaF to watch. *whines* what am I gonna do??

Oh, I bought Memoirs of a Geisha! I found it in English by mere luck, and since I couldn't buy a CD as a nervous present to myself, I decided why the hell not.

EDIT: I just discoverd that all of my post got changed into my default icon since I changed the key words. Fuck you LJ, fuck you.

I luuuurve this *g* dark imagery is easy to write for some strange reason, and I think I've just exhausted my Remus' emotional capacity. I adored Lily in this, and well, I'm just incredibly happy with the way this chapter turned out. I didn't intend it to be that long, really, that just happened.

Title: Speak of the Devil
Rating: R (for dark themes)
Word Count: 1947
Author Notes: Written for this prompt in blanketforts. Rumor says the Potters defied Voldemort three times in their short lives. What not many know, though, it's that the first one they weren't alone.


Fireworks series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

( They cry as they run, hearts still beating out of sheer will and matching their desperate strides, Lily saying “I’m sorry” a million times... )