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Whew when Jasper Hale says, “my apologies ma’am” that right there is why I’m team Jasper 🥵

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So I’ve been a bit inactive lately. I am getting back to it but first I wanted to discuss something that is a bit sensitive. Now we all know Rowling’s views on gender and all that. Well I’ve come to say that I do not care who you are, who you ship in this fandom, what your religion is, where you’re from, or what you do in your free time. At the end of the day we’re all here to enjoy our fandoms. I don’t necessarily hate Rowling because she did give is this amazing world but I do not agree with her views and that’s okay to not agree with someone. I am by no means a perfect writer and I’ve never claimed to be. I simply write for enjoyment and I wanna share my enjoyment with this fandom. With that being said I will continue on my journey. I just want anted to let you guys know that I don’t give a damn who you are. You can ship Wolfstar, Remadora, Jily, Jegulus, Hinny, Romione, Harry X Hermione whoever and you’re still welcome. And on another note if you would like to see any one shots that I haven’t done just feel free to comment your idea. I can try my best with it. Another thing this started out as a Harry Potter fan blog but now I’m hyperfixating on a lot of new fandoms that I’ve always enjoyed but just digging deeper into. Including Jurassic Park (so much lore if you didn’t know so I’d check it out) Twilight (Team Jasper babe 🙃❤️) Percy Jackson.

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Remus was Welsh and then learned French to understand Sirius. Sirius knew French and maybe some Italian, James probably was basic and learned Latin and then later French because when Sirius got frustrated, upset, or tired he spoke French and no one could decipher what he was saying, Peter goes back and forth from languages but I head canon that he knows some British Sign Language because a family member is heard of hearing or deaf.

The fact that nobody ever talks about welsh remus!!! REMUS SPEAKING WELSH!! remus writing in welsh!! remus with a cute little welsh accent!!! Remus singing welsh songs!!!!!

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I don’t know if you guys have seen Alexa and Katie on Netflix but they re besties who live right next door to each other and the go into the make shift tree house to talk all the time. That’s what I’m picturing.

Technically the yards were separated by a fence…but a simple blasting spell took care of that issue

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I am rewatching all the Twilight movies and I am to the scene where Edward saves her from being assaulted by those guys. Now that we know Rosalie’s story and how she was assaulted and left to die and Edward most likely saw her badly beat up and didn’t want that to happen to Bella. I just like that theory.

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A New Dawn

The birth of Teddy Lupin

The room was bathed in the soft light of a late autumn afternoon, with the sky outside turning shades of gold and amber as the day waned. The faint hum of the hospital wing was the only sound, save for the occasional flicker of the fireplace, which crackled quietly in the corner. And then, the unmistakable sound of a baby’s cry filled the air.

Tonks’ breath hitched as she looked down at the small, wriggling bundle in her arms. Her hair, which had been its usual shade of bubblegum pink, had gone a gentle lavender in the last few hours. Her face, usually so full of cheeky mischief, was alight with wonder, her eyes soft and filled with something indescribable.

“Well, that’s one way to announce yourself,” Tonks whispered, her voice a mix of exhaustion and delight as she cradled her son, Teddy, in her arms.

Lupin stood by her side, his hand on her shoulder. His face, worn from the trials they’d both faced, was now illuminated with the softest of smiles. He had been there through it all, holding her hand, offering encouragement as she had fought through labor.

“He’s perfect, Nymphadora,” Remus said, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes were fixed on the little boy, the one they had both waited for, hoped for, and now, finally, had. His son. Their son.

Tonks glanced up at him, her smile playful despite the exhaustion lining her face. “You were always so optimistic,” she teased softly. “I thought he was going to come out waving a wand, like a little wizard straight from the womb.”

Remus chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. “Well, we both know there’s no one quite like you. A bit of mischief runs in the blood, I suppose.”

Tonks laughed, but her laugh was cut short as she felt a tug on her chest. Her little boy’s tiny hand was grasping onto her finger, his face scrunched in that adorable, completely innocent way that only babies can manage. She could feel her heart swelling, so full she thought it might burst.

Teddy’s small eyes blinked open, meeting Tonks’ gaze. The boy’s hair, a soft tuft of dark brown curls, shifted slightly, catching the light. And then, as though responding to his mother’s joy, the baby’s hair began to shimmer with color—first a pale blue, then a deeper green, before settling into a soft violet that mirrored Tonks’ own.

Remus gasped, his breath catching. “He’s—he’s changing his hair already?”

Tonks laughed again, this time more freely. “It’s a family trait,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “Just wait until he figures out he can do it on purpose.”

The baby’s cry, which had been so strong and new, faded to a soft gurgle as he snuggled deeper into his mother’s arms, clearly content. His little hand reached up, grasping at the air as if searching for something, and then settled in the crook of Tonks’ arm.

Tonks held him closer, her exhaustion forgotten. “This… this is what we’ve been waiting for,” she whispered, kissing the top of Teddy’s head. “Welcome to the world, little one.”

Remus leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead, his voice a soft whisper. “We’re a family now. And I can’t imagine a better one.”

As the two parents looked at their son, they felt an overwhelming sense of peace. The challenges they’d faced—both individually and together—had led them here, to this beautiful moment. And though the road ahead might be difficult, full of uncertainty and the weight of the world’s expectations, there was one thing they knew for certain:

Together, they were home.

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Ok, so I am rewatching Harry Potter (movie marathon on USA btw) well I’m on Prisoner of Azkaban and I just finished the scene where the dementors surround Sirius and I realized that Remus, in his werewolf form, scratched/bite at Sirius and it got me thinking wouldn’t Sirius be a werewolf now? So I googled it, now this may be in the books but I haven’t read them in awhile, but anyways when I google it said that because Sirius is an animagus, human to animal, he wouldn’t become one. I did know that they kept Remus in check on full moons and they weren’t a threat to animals but Greyback wasn’t even transformed and Bill had wolfish tendencies so wouldn’t Sirius have tendencies at least? He was obviously wounded as you had scratch marks and possibly bite marks. Please answer this or explain in full depth!! Cause now I’m down a rabbit hole with this.

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Thank you guys for all the support on this page so far. I didn’t realize how much you all would like it so much. I’m working on a lot more. I’ve just been busy with work, busiest season for retail 😰, but I promise more is to come especially after Christmas. I have this weekend off and Christmas Day off so more is coming. Maybe some Christmas one shots 🤔 anyways Happy Holidays ❤️ and I’ll post for you all soon!

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“A New Beginning: Draco Malfoy’s Journey to Redemption with Astoria’s Support”

After the war, Draco Malfoy struggled to move past his past actions, particularly the Dark Mark branded on his arm as a reminder of the dark choices he’d made. He was deeply ashamed of his association with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but the road to healing wasn’t easy. Astoria Greengrass, whom he eventually married, played a crucial role in his transformation.

Astoria, ever compassionate and patient, encouraged Draco to confront his past, but she also helped him see that he was more than the sum of his mistakes. Her love and understanding allowed Draco to begin rebuilding his life, free from the shadow of his family’s legacy. As their relationship deepened, the idea of removing the Dark Mark became more appealing to Draco—he wanted to sever ties with that dark chapter completely.

A few years after the war, with Astoria’s support, Draco sought out a skilled magical tattoo artist—someone with expertise in not only traditional tattooing but also the healing magic that could safely remove or cover the Dark Mark. The process was not simple, but it was symbolic of Draco’s desire for a fresh start. The dark skull and snake were replaced with a new design, a simple but meaningful marking that represented his commitment to moving forward.

The new tattoo wasn’t just a cosmetic change; it was a step toward reclaiming his identity. Astoria stood by him throughout the entire process, offering him comfort and encouragement. Though Draco knew the past couldn’t be erased, the act of covering the Dark Mark was a pivotal moment in his journey of redemption—a way of embracing a future built on love, forgiveness, and self-forgiveness.

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Sirius Black and Eddie Munson are the same person cannot change my mind on this.

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*Somewhere in Europe on an Auror mission and Harry getting taunted*

Random Dark Wizard: Messy Dark Hair? Loads of Money?

Harry:

Random Dark Wizard: Must be a Potter

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A Promise Under the Sunset

Summary:

As the sun sets over the Burrow, Harry Potter reflects on his journey with Ginny Weasley and the love that has defined his life. With the support of her family nearby, he finally gathers the courage to ask the woman he loves to marry him. Surrounded by the warmth of family and the quiet beauty of the evening, Harry proposes to Ginny, and in a tear-filled moment, she joyfully accepts. Their engagement marks the beginning of the life they’ve always dreamed of, together.

The sun was setting over the Burrow, casting a soft golden glow over the sprawling, yet cozy house. The air was crisp, a hint of autumn settling in, but the warmth of the evening held a sense of comfort and familiarity that made it feel like home.

Harry stood at the edge of the garden, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jacket, watching as Ginny laughed with her family on the lawn. She was standing next to Ron, her hair glowing in the light, her laughter carrying across the field, and Harry couldn’t help but smile.

He had always loved her, but tonight, standing there, he realized just how much. He had been back from his Auror assignment for the day, and it seemed like the perfect moment to do what he’d been planning for weeks now. But first, he needed to get her away from her brothers.

“Harry!” Ginny’s voice reached him before her footsteps did.

Turning, he saw her making her way toward him, her eyes crinkling at the corners, her smile as bright as ever.

“You look a little distant. Everything alright?” she asked, her hand finding his arm as she came to stand beside him.

“Everything’s perfect,” Harry replied, squeezing her hand. He tried to keep his voice steady, but there was a nervous excitement creeping in, the same feeling he’d had before a Quidditch match, only this time, the stakes were far higher.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “Perfect, you say? Well, you’ve been standing here staring at the sky for the past five minutes, so I’m not convinced.”

Harry chuckled, his nerves slowly fading with her teasing. He had grown used to her sharp wit over the years, and it was one of the things that he loved most about her.

“I was just thinking…” he started, “about how lucky I am to have you.”

Her expression softened, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re a bit sentimental tonight, aren’t you? I was about to drag you inside for some food.”

“I know,” Harry said, his heart racing a little. He was stalling, trying to figure out how to get to the point. But there was no graceful way to do it, not with something this important.

Taking a deep breath, Harry stepped back from her, and without letting go of her hand, he knelt down in the grass, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

Ginny’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, she didn’t seem to know how to react. The world around them seemed to quiet, the sounds of the Burrow and its occupants fading into the background as Harry opened the box to reveal a delicate gold ring, set with a single diamond that shimmered in the fading light.

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Ginny,” Harry said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you. I love you more than I ever thought was possible. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Ginny’s breath caught in her throat, and for a few moments, all she could do was stare at him, as though she were waiting for him to say something more, something that would make this moment more real. But when he didn’t, she blinked rapidly, as if the words had just sunk in.

“Are you… are you serious?” she asked, her voice trembling, a wide smile breaking across her face.

Harry laughed softly, a nervous but happy sound. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”

Ginny didn’t hesitate. She dropped to her knees in front of him, throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace, her laugh ringing out like music.

“Yes, yes, Harry! Of course, I’ll marry you!”

Harry grinned, slipping the ring onto her finger as she kissed him, their lips meeting with a softness that felt like the culmination of everything they had been through together. The sound of applause broke through the moment as Ginny’s family—who had been watching from the porch—cheered loudly.

Ron, who was grinning like an idiot, walked toward them. “About bloody time,” he muttered, pulling Harry into a hug before slapping him on the back. “I was wondering how long you were going to take.”

“I wasn’t going to wait much longer,” Harry replied, laughing, feeling lighter than he had in years.

As Ginny pulled back from their kiss, she looked down at the ring, her eyes shining. “It’s beautiful, Harry. I—” She broke off, her voice choked with emotion. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“It’s real,” Harry said softly, his heart full. “We’re real. And now we get to build a future together.”

Ginny smiled through her tears, pulling him back in for another kiss. It felt like the world had fallen into place, like everything that had ever been uncertain had finally found its meaning.

And as the sun set behind them, Harry knew that the rest of their lives were just beginning.

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Silent Support

Trigger Warning! This is a story about miscarriage so if that triggers you I would not read. I want to explore the world of Harry Potter through different things. We all saw our trio come out strong but that doesn’t mean they didn’t face challenges like any adult would.

Hermione Granger faces the heartbreak of a miscarriage, struggling with the grief and uncertainty of how to face her family. Despite the overwhelming sadness, she finds solace in the unwavering support of those closest to her.

The quiet of the Burrow was the worst part. It was always warm here, filled with the sounds of her family’s laughter, the clatter of plates and cutlery, the hum of voices. It had always been her safe place, a sanctuary of love and comfort. But tonight, as she sat by the fire with a cup of tea in her hands, everything felt different.

Hermione Granger, usually so composed and strong, felt small. The weight of her grief was a constant pressure on her chest, as if the sorrow had become a part of her, creeping into every corner of her mind.

She hadn’t told her parents yet. She hadn’t told anyone.

Her body had betrayed her. The miscarriage had come unexpectedly—two weeks after she had finally learned she was pregnant. She had been filled with hope, with dreams of holding a baby, of seeing Ron become a father. But now, all that was gone, and Hermione was left with the emptiness.

The silence in the Burrow was suffocating. It was strange how the absence of noise could feel like such a loud thing. She felt isolated, alone with the weight of what had happened. She hadn’t even told Ron yet, not in a real way. The words stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t bring herself to say them. How could she? He had been so excited. So hopeful. She hadn’t known how to shatter that dream.

The sound of footsteps broke her thoughts, and she turned to see Ginny stepping into the room, a gentle smile on her face.

“Hermione?” she asked softly, her eyes searching Hermione’s face. “You alright?”

Hermione blinked, her hand tightening around the mug. “I—I don’t know. I just… I don’t know how to face anyone right now, Gin. How do I tell them what happened? What if they’re disappointed in me? What if they think I did something wrong?”

Ginny sat beside her without hesitation, her presence warm and steady. “Hermione, nothing about this is your fault. Not at all.” Her voice was soft, but firm, as if she were trying to convince Hermione of something she already knew. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t need to hide away.”

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, the tears threatening to spill over. “But I do. I feel like I’m supposed to be okay now, that it’s just something that happens and I should move on. But I don’t know how to move on. I don’t know how to explain this kind of loss.”

Ginny wrapped her arm around Hermione’s shoulders, pulling her close. “There’s no ‘right’ way to feel, Hermione. You don’t have to have all the answers. You’re allowed to grieve, and you’re allowed to take your time. And as for telling your family—take it one step at a time. You don’t have to do it all at once.”

“I feel so… broken,” Hermione whispered, the tears finally spilling over. “I wanted it so much, Ginny. I wanted to be a mother. I thought… I thought maybe it was my time, you know? But now… it feels like it’s all slipping away.”

Ginny didn’t say anything at first, just held her tighter. “I’m so sorry, Hermione,” she said after a moment, her voice thick with emotion. “I wish I could take away your pain.”

Hermione nodded, her chest tightening as she let herself feel everything that had been bottled up. She had been so afraid to grieve, afraid to show any vulnerability. But in Ginny’s embrace, she didn’t have to hide.

The door opened softly, and Ron appeared in the doorway. His expression faltered when he saw the tears on Hermione’s face, his usual warmth replaced with an unspoken concern. He crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside her.

“Hermione?” His voice cracked slightly. “Love, what’s wrong?”

Hermione shook her head, the words caught in her throat. Ron’s eyes scanned her face, desperate for an explanation. Ginny moved aside, allowing Ron to take her place by Hermione’s side.

“What happened?” Ron’s voice was soft, as if he already knew, but he needed her to say it.

Hermione met his eyes, the pain in her own reflected in his. “Ron, I lost the baby.” The words came out in a rush, but they felt like shards of glass, breaking her apart with every syllable. “I—I don’t know how to face this. How to face you. I wanted so much to give you this. I wanted to give you everything…”

Ron reached out, cupping her face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing away her tears. “Hermione,” he said, his voice filled with both sorrow and tenderness. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not your fault. Please don’t think that.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the overwhelming weight of the grief she had tried to bury for the past few days. “I just don’t know how to move forward, Ron. I don’t know how to face everyone. To tell them. To tell my parents, to tell your mum…”

Ron nodded, his voice steady, filled with the quiet strength that had always grounded her. “You don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, Hermione. We’ll do it together, when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone in this. We’ll face it together, every step.”

Hermione let out a breath, feeling a bit of the heaviness lift. It wasn’t going to be easy, but she wasn’t facing it alone. Ron and Ginny were here, and though the grief was still sharp, the quiet support around her made the pain more bearable.

Ginny gave her a soft smile, gently touching her shoulder. “You’ve got us, Hermione. You’ve always had us.”

The door opened once again, and this time, Harry stepped into the room, his face serious but kind. He had been waiting for his moment, for the right time to step in without crowding them. But when he saw the vulnerability in Hermione’s eyes, he moved forward with purpose.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry said, his voice thick with emotion as he sat beside her. He didn’t need to say anything else. They all understood. They were all hurting, in their own way. But Hermione could see the compassion in their eyes, the unwavering support they offered her.

“I don’t know what to say,” Hermione whispered, a sob breaking through her words.

Harry’s hand gently covered hers. “You don’t need to say anything. We’re here. We’ll be here when you’re ready to talk, when you’re ready to heal.”

Ron nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Just know we love you. We’re not going anywhere. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Hermione looked between her three closest friends, feeling a quiet surge of gratitude. They were her family. They were her support, her strength. And as much as she ached, as much as the loss would remain in her heart, she knew that with them by her side, she could get through this.

It wouldn’t be easy, and the pain would last longer than she expected, but she didn’t have to carry it alone. They would help her face each day, one step at a time.

And when she was ready, when she could finally breathe again, they would be there to help her begin anew.

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After The Storm

In this one-shot, set after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley have a quiet moment together in the Burrow. The war has ended, but both are struggling with the emotional aftermath and the changes in their relationship. Harry, still haunted by the weight of his past, confesses that he has been pushing people away to protect them, especially Ginny. He admits he doesn’t know where they stand anymore, unsure of how to move forward.

The air in the Borrow was quiet, save for the occasional crackling of the fire in the hearth. It was late in the evening, and the light outside had faded to a soft twilight. Inside, the Weasley’s were winding down, most of them already upstairs, sitting in the cozy kitchen by the fire.

Ginny stirred her tea absentmindedly, her thoughts far away. Harry watched her for a moment before speaking. “Do you ever wonder if will ever feel… normal again?” His question faded off.

Ginny didn’t answer right away. She took a slow sip of her tea, thinking about how the last year had felt like an unending storm, how everything had been in a flux. Even now, the war was over, but the world didn’t quite feel like it had found its rhythm again.

“I don’t know what normal is anymore, Harry. I don’t know if I want it to be the way it was before. But I think we’ll find a new kind of normal. One that’s ours.”

She glanced at him, her eyes steady, searching his face for the trace of a reaction. Harry was silent for a beat, letting her words sink in.

“It’s just…everything’s change, Gin. And I feel like I haven’t had the chance to adjust to that yet. It’s like I’ve been holding on to something, even when there’s nothing left to fight for.”

Ginny put her cup down and turned fully toward him, her expression warm yet serious.

“You’ve been holding on to me, Harry. And I’ve been holding on to you—even when you didn’t think I was, even when you thought it was better to pull away.”

Harry swallowed hard, feeling that familiar lump in his throat. His heart raced, but not in the way it used to. It wasn’t fear now, it was something deeper, something almost lighter. Something that felt like healing.

“I never meant to hurt you, Ginny. I thought if I kept everyone at arm’s length, it would protect them—protect you. But it didn’t. And now… I don’t know what to do with everything that’s changed between us. I don’t know where we stand anymore.”

Ginny’s eyes softened. She reached for his hand, the gesture simple but so full of meaning. For a long moment, neither of them said anything, the silence speaking volumes. The crackling fire filled the quiet spaces between them.

We’re still standing, Harry. That’s something, isn’t it?”

Harry looked at her then, really looked at her. He saw the same Ginny—brave, resilient, full of life. But he also saw the weight in her eyes, the same weight he felt in his own heart. They’d both been to hell and back, and now they were here, side by side.

“We’re still standing, Harry. That’s something, isn’t it?”

Harry looked at her then, really looked at her. He saw the same Ginny—brave, resilient, full of life. But he also saw the weight in her eyes, the same weight he felt in his own heart. They’d both been to hell and back, and now they were here, side by side.

“I’m sorry I pulled away. I was scared, Ginny. I didn’t want to drag you into everything that was going on inside me. But the truth is… I need you. I always have.”

Ginny smiled, a small, soft curve of her lips that reached her eyes.

“I know, Harry. You think I didn’t know? You think I didn’t see how you were pushing people away, trying to protect them, trying to protect me? You were always doing what you thought was best. But I never wanted you to fight this alone.”

Harry felt a weight lift off his chest as he exhaled, the kind of release he hadn’t even known he was holding in. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt like maybe, just maybe, things could be different. Better.

“I don’t know what the future holds for us, Ginny. But I want to find out. I don’t want to live in the past anymore. I want to live in the now… with you.”

Ginny’s eyes shone with an emotion he couldn’t name, but it was all the reassurance he needed. She squeezed his hand, her voice barely above a whisper, but clear and certain.

“Then let’s start there. One day at a time. Together.”

And for the first time in a long time, Harry believed it. Whatever came next—whatever challenges the world might throw their way—he knew they would face it together. No longer divided by the weight of the war, but united in the promise of a future they would build, side by side.

The fire crackled softly in the background, and for a moment, all Harry could hear was the steady beat of their hearts, perfectly in sync.

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Pfft 😂 😭 💀

Half-Blood Prince is like:

Hermione: I wish Ron liked me back

Ron: I wish Hermione liked me back

Lavender: I wish Ron liked me back

Ginny: I wish Harry liked me back

Dean: I wish Ginny liked me back

Seamus: I wish dean liked me back

Harry: I wish Ginny liked me back

Draco: The only way to save myself and my family is to kill Dumbledore which will end the rest of the entire wizarding world, Snape and Harry won’t get off my back, and i have no idea how to fix the magic cabinet but if i fail GrayBack will kill me and my mother

Snape: I wish Lilly liked me back

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This is where I will be sharing my thoughts, stories, and everything in between. Whether it’s creative writing, personal reflections, or random musings, this is my little space to express myself.

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My user is EmWrites4U but my actual name is Emily. I am a 24 year old college student. I am majoring in Elementary Education with a Minor in Childhood Development. I started later in college and I am in my sophomore year. I have never been the best at writing but I always found creative writing to be a favorite hobby of mine. Another hobby of mine is art, specifically scrape booking and calligraphy.

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