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Posted on August 28, 2014 @ 12:58 am
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The Tree
There was an apple tree outside my window. It bore one red apple. Often I pictured it to be poisonous and imagined giving it to my worst enemy, and so I thought; who is my enemy? No friend, no family member nor no person on the street did come to mind at that point in time. Still hours had gone and past, days sped on by and I couldn’t find the one person I wished to die. It wasn’t until I stood in front of the mirror one morning and found myself staring back, holding in an outstretched hand the apple from the tree, did I learn that I am in fact my own worst enemy.
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Posted on January 18, 2014 @ 2:21 am
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Harry wasn’t sure what made him do it - or why he had even agreed to it. Of all the things that he could have been doing on his day off, sitting in Florence Fortesque's in a rather uncomfortable silence with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. How did he go from doing a simple bit of shopping to being coerced into getting coffee and ice cream? Especially since he was very sure that the former Slytherin woman was secretly plotting to murder him in his sleep.

Thank god she hadn’t the faintest idea where he lived. He couldn’t say the same for Blaise, however. That lunatic always seemed to know where he was. Harry wasn’t even sure how he could manage that, he made very sure never to tell him.

The three of them had been sitting in the small parlor for a good thirty minutes after having left the rather empty streets of Diagon Alley. Blaise, Harry learned, had been accompanying Pansy for her biweekly shopping trip for new robes (it looked like she had only bought a pair - purple, by what Harry could see from the bag), when they had run into Harry as he left Gringotts. It had been Blaise’s idea to get coffee, Pansy had instantly looked disgruntled and unsure of which of the two men she wanted to strangle more being sighing and agreeing - so long as they could get brownies as well.
When they had entered the parlor the former Slytherins had instantly gravitated toward what Harry was sure was their usual booth and sat down, giving Harry their orders without even asking if he would order for them. He had rolled his eyes but made no attempt to argue with them; simply because he did not want to listen to prattle on about how it was the right and proper thing to do since Blaise was apparently paying, and by that she meant that he would pay Harry back at a later date.

Harry was sure he’d never get so much as a sickle back.

So there they sat, a cup of coffee and a large brownie each.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his spot across the other two, picking up his coffee to take a sip, carefully glancing at the other two from over the rim of his mug. Blaise was looking out the window to his left, with Pansy on his right taking a rather painfully small bight of her brownie.

“Oh well this is dull,” Pansy sighed exasperatedly, drumming her fingers on the table. “I’ll just say it then, shall I? Potter you must know where our dear Draco has run off to this time. His mother is terribly worried about him. You see, she had sent me three owls in just this week alone!”

Blaise barked out a short laugh before taking a drink of his coffee to avoid Pansy’s glare. “Are you sure it’s Narcissa that’s worried about him, and you’re not just writing yourself these letters to convince yourself that someone else must be worried about it?” He asked raising an eyebrow. “He’s a big boy now. I even hear he folds his own clothes! Why, just last month he was telling Daphne how he was always having to fold Potter’s clothes - and do the cooking on the rare occasion.”

Both Pansy and Harry looked disgruntled.

“He hasn’t said,” Harry managed to choke out. “And he does not fold my clothes!”

“That’s not what Daphne said-”

“Shut up, Zabini.”

“Oh snap.”

Pansy narrowed her eyes. “Well, no matter. I’m sure that he’ll turn up,” she sighed, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder. “He always does. He’ll start to miss his mother, you see. It always happens.”

“I think you mean he’ll miss Potter’s bed.”

“Shut up, Blaise. Stupid things come out of your mouth when you talk,” Pansy snapped. Harry flushed.

Blaise snickered.

Harry looked up for a moment, thoughtful, as he tried to will the flush away from his cheeks. Maybe he could just get up and leave. It wasn’t like he was needed there - and he still wasn’t too sure why he had agreed to join them. “He mention something about getting a cat-”

“Oh, he’s quite allergic,” Pansy interjected.

“ - A hairless cat, then.”

Pansy blanched. “That’s not a cat. That’s a fat rat.”

“Fine, he mentioned something about getting a bloody ferret!”

Blaise couldn’t contain his laugher. There was a certain reason why he had insisted the three of them get coffee.
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Posted on December 16, 2012 @ 3:15 am
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I tried. The start of the fifth chapter to The Broken Hearted.

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Harry woke, cheek pressed against the cold, damp concrete floor. His body ached and his head throbbed. He must have fallen off of is cot while he slept, though it wouldn’t have been the first time that it had happened. Several times within his first year he would wake on the ground, cold and aching, only now he had grown used to the aches and pains. It was like it was all he knew now, amongst the screams and the cries of the prison - just something he had learned to live with.

As he lay there, breathing slowly in the stench of rotting wood and wet concrete (among many other unpleasant scents), he took in the sounds around him. It was quiet; as though someone had placed a silencing charm over the ward. The silence was disquieting to say the least and he had to figure that everyone in their cells had fallen asleep.

There were no pounding on the bars, no cries or screams - no inane murmurs or babble. He began a mental count to see how long before the first whimper, the first cry filled the ward, waking the rest in their cells.

Harry woke early most mornings - whether or not they were actually mornings he didn’t know, but he woke first, savoring the brief moment of quiet, that moment before Neville or Terry would utter the tiniest whimper followed by an ear splitting scream that woke everyone else. That was when reality hit, as everyone woke up. Most cried at first, muttering their denial - wishing things were different, and then the insanity would settle in, like Azkaban had taken hold of them.

But as Harry counted down in his head, he propped himself up, resting his back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying in earnest to go back to his dream. He would have very much liked to go and live in the dream he had. Everyone was alive there, and the war had been won the way it was supposed to have. In his dream Hermione had been scolding Ron about not bringing in the paper - or feeding the owl while everyone sat down for a late breakfast.

Hermione and Ron.

Harry’s eyes fluttered open and he blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill. It was still fresh in his mind, their deaths, and even after - two years, three years? It never went away, the guilt he felt, the loss. Now the only time he could see them again was in his dreams, there they were alive and well. Smiling and happy. How they should be. Not corpses rotting away in some ditch somewhere, or ash. Whatever it was that the Death Eater did to them after the war.

And there it was, the first whimper.

Neville had woken and whimpered. He had probably glanced around his cell for only moments later he screamed, and that scream was followed by the sounds of several stirring bodies and soon the entire ward was alive with the sounds of crying, whimpering and screaming, the likes of which would not be heard anywhere else.
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Hahaha, writing [
Posted on November 19, 2012 @ 12:58 am
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[ mood | bored ]

Fuuuu. I gave it a try? It's not finished though...

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Posted on September 30, 2012 @ 5:35 pm
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Toddler spam, because I can. Fletcher and Hamish Harper. Wooo.


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Fahah. Old Meme is old. [
Posted on August 18, 2012 @ 11:12 pm
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[ mood | blah ]

Step 1: Pick out 15 movies you love.
Step 2: Pick your favorite quotation from said movies.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what movies the lines came from.


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Posted on January 24, 2012 @ 12:55 am
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[ mood | drunk ]

I'M DRUNK. And I've written ficlet! Woo! I CAN STILL FUCKING TYPE. YES.



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Posted on October 07, 2011 @ 12:42 am
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Okay, so the other night I had a rather fucked up dream, and I’m using the term lightly. I’d like to think of it as a cross between Twilight and Twilight Princess, just sans vampires and pretty much everything else. And mind you, it was a third person POV dream, which is weird.


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Moar pic spamz [
Posted on May 07, 2011 @ 1:54 pm
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Annnnd we has more pictures. Mostly just toddler/kid pictures of the adopted Oldie kid's two twin daughters.

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Posted on December 02, 2010 @ 8:01 pm
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[ mood | sleepy ]

I give you random bits of fic that have yet to actually be put in fic.
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Posted on November 30, 2010 @ 10:09 pm
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Because Muffy was looking for it, and I found it on my facebook.

Draco: .. is that...
Harry: ... I think it's...
Draco: A salt shaker?
Harry: No way.
Draco: It totally is.
Dalek: EXTERMINATE.
Harry: HOLY CRAP IT TALKS.


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Muffy made me do it =D [
Posted on November 14, 2010 @ 1:03 am
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[ mood | bored ]

Bahaha. I am completely boring.
 

Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.
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Lily/James notes. [
Posted on May 29, 2010 @ 12:03 am
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Posted on May 25, 2010 @ 11:03 pm
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The Broken Hearted
We lie alone tonight - can this be real?

 


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Posted on December 19, 2009 @ 7:48 pm
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Okay. So, I've been working on this idea for a while now, and nothing seems to be coming from it. But the other night, which was really weird, I got the sudden urge to write, and this is what came from it.

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