Maaaaaaaaaaaatrix!
My Tae Kwon Do class! XD No not really...well maybe like SBN Peter or BSBN Allen (god he rocks my socks). ^ ^;; Not me though. Some day...yes someday.
In Loving MemoryHarry sat back against the tree, eyes closed. Even though it had been months since Sirius’ death, Harry still missed him like he’d died yesterday. His heart ached with every movement, every exhalation. Any second, he might fall apart into tiny fragments of tears and anger. Harry was angry with Dumbledore, for letting it happen. A small part of him knew that it wasn’t the Headmaster’s fault at all, but Harry didn’t know whom else to blame. Except himself. And he did that, excessively, neverendingly, ceaselessly. He hated himself for letting Sirius fall, for standing there and watching him disappear. Hated himself for breaking Remus’ heart likeIn Loving Memory
For the HP Writers Guild
(Cause it's a blast)
(Literally)
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I come with my own sound effect....PYOnG!!!
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I wrote a poem for you, do you like it?
Me and you
Without bounds
Floating through the nothingness
Of our minds
Riding the gentle wake
Of dreams
But then I awoke
And realized
I had gotten drunk
And sucked a penis
Ninjas own you, by the way.
You write Harry Potter fanfics? ^____^ Heh, stalking you.
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>.< I've got nothing interesting or witty to say.
.............................phwee?
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