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braveclementine · 5 days

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Chapter 1

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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Dear Harry, Answer your letters damnit Love, Elizabeth

I attached the note to Sadie's leg and sent her off out the window. He wouldn't answer, I knew that. I just kept sending letters, hoping that eventually he'd see Sadie outside his window, and get the hint. I knew Hedwig was locked up in her cage and he couldn't write back. I also knew that someone was stealing his letters. But if he at least saw my owl, then maybe he would remember that he did have friends.

Once Sadie was gone, I wrote a much longer letter to Hermione, the only one who knew, how I knew, why Harry wasn't writing back.

Dear Hermione, Harry still can't answer his letters. For one thing, his Uncle padlocked Hedwig in her cage. I feel bad for both of them. For another thing, someone keeps taking his letters so he doesn't even know we're writing to him. I'm not sure if it's one of his relatives, or something/someone else. I feel terrible. He thinks we're not his friends! But, I suspect Ron will go and get him eventually. By the way, Ron asked me to go and stay with him, I imagine he also invited you and Harry? Are you going? I suspect you're not- at least I'm not seeing you going- but I suppose that could change. I'll keep you updated when I see something- or if I see something interesting for that matter. Love, Elizabeth

I sighed, setting that aside to dry. I pulled over Ron's letter which had arrived earlier that day.

Elizabeth, I said I'd invite you, Hermione, and Harry to stay at my house. I can't get through to Harry at all though! You had any luck? Oh and you can come to my house if you want! Just send a letter my way. Ron

I pulled out a blank piece of parchment, not sure of what to say. It'd be great to go and spend time with the Weasley family, but without Hermione there, I wasn't sure I wanted to go. Ron wasn't really my friend as much as Harry and Hermione were. . . Although, there was the plus side of seeing Fred. . .

The doorbell rang and I set aside my ink and quill. I preferred pens, but when corresponding with wizards and witches, I used my magical items. I ran down the stairs and opened the door.

"Hey Elizabeth!" Trang said, standing there. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." I said, opening the door and letting her through. I led her to the tiny kitchen of the house. "How are you doing?"

"Great!" She said happily.

"How was France?"

She launched into all the details of France and everything she had done there. I listened, a little envious though I tried to push that emotion away.

Hi. My name is Elizabeth Kane Potter. I'm the twin sister of Harry Potter. No one knows I exist, my parents kept me a secret. While this is the case, my adopted father- werewolf Remus Lupin- knows my true identity and also the only person alive to know. (Besides Sirius Black). I don't look much like my brother, I look more like my mum (so Lupin says. Personally, I think I look more like Lupin). I also receive visions of the future that sometimes- always- come true, depending on the actions of other people.

But anyways. . .

"So what about you?" Trang asked, catching her breath after recounting a tale about the ocean shores in France. "Have you done anything exciting? And how was school?"

Trang was my Muggle friend, meaning that she wasn't a witch. And of course, she had no idea where I had gone to school or that I wasn't learning maths or science. That didn't stop me though. Summer and Christmas breaks I would set aside my wizarding studies and start on my Muggle ones.

Trang was incredibly bright- like me if I may be so humble. She had long black hair that she dyed ombre in either gold or silver-blue colors. It suited her, though I usually preferred the gold. She wore glasses most of the time, giving her face a round image. She had bright brown eyes and dressed rather stylishly. She was taller than me by a few inches and beautiful.

"Nah, I haven't really done anything except pick my job back up." I said, twirling a pen in my hand. Not to mention I was grounded for a night escapade at school where I stopped Voldemort from stealing the Sorcerer's stone. But Trang didn't need to know about that. "School was slow but it was all easy."

Trang nodded. "Of course, school in America is a bit different than here in Britain. Their history especially. I had to study extra hard since I didn't grow up knowing any American history."

"American history is probably very fascinating." I said, continuing to twirl the pen in my fingers like a baton. "I'd love to learn it."

"Well you only have one more year of middle school and then you're going into a trade school, right?" Trang asked.

"Maybe." I said slowly deftly sweeping my long brown hair over my shoulder. "I haven't given it much thought."

"Do you know what trade schools you want to go into?" Trang asked, sounding incredulous.

"I haven't given it much thought." I repeated, amused.

Trang rolled her eyes, grabbing the pen from my hand. I glared at her. "If you had to go to a trade school or gymnasium today, which one would you go to?"

I sighed, snatching my pen back, and continuing to spin it in my hand. "Yeesh, I guess something that would help me for a medical program. I don't know. I was thinking about American college instead."

Trang's eyes lit up, "You're kidding? Maybe we could got to the same college!"

I shook my head, being legitimately serious about the subject- or as serious as I would be if magical school didn't exist. "I don't know. They certainly have a better school system." I sighed, leaning back in my chair, "And American hospitals have better pay."

Trang nodded, more serious now. "That is true. The downside of American hospitals though, is that they are open 24-7 so you may work longer hours. Here, the hospitals are only open 9-5."

I shook my head. "That's the downside of European hospitals. Imagine having a heart attack at two in the morning in American vs. Europe. Which country are you more likely to get care at? The one that's open or the one that's closed?"

"Huh, you know, I never thought of it like that" Trang answered thoughtfully, pushing her glasses up on her nose. That seemed to remind her of something because she peered at me for a second and then asked, "Where are your glasses?"

I blushed. "I don't wear them anymore unless I really have to. They were for reading anyways so I didn't have to wear them all the time before. Now, I only wear them if I have to."

Plus, I didn't like how they made my cheeks look fat. Since meeting Fred, I had a very self-conscious body image. I was only seventy-two pounds and very skinny- but still! I had to keep an image. Round glasses make a round face. Though admittedly, being only twelve years old didn't help me look any older. But maybe it would make me prettier.

Trang nodded, "Makes sense."

Our conversations were always intelligent ones, like the "hospital-hour conversation". Trang rarely showed interest in anything that wasn't politics, maths, science, or history. Though she did take out subscriptions to a few magazines, we both had particular cartoons that we fancied and liked to talk about. Sometimes music too, our tastes were very similar; though she'd branched out since she'd gone to America.

We sat in silence for a moment. I was itching to go upstairs and finish my last wizarding assignment before working on my Muggle work. It was for Potions, the subject I'd left for last, and it was about the side effects of a strengthening potion if you took to much of a dosage than recommended for your body weight. I wished I could've talked to Trang about it, but I couldn't.

"Want to go to a café and get something to eat?" Trang asked, looking around the house. "Well, just a malt anyways."

I pushed the thought of homework aside with the mention of dessert. "Absolutely, I just got to go and get some money."

"Sure, I'll wait for you outside." Trang said, standing up, putting her hands in her skirt pockets. "Be quick though. It's always better to get there at four."

I ran up the stairs, looking at how messy my bedroom had become. Wizarding and Muggle textbooks were thrown on the bed and floor. Multiple quills were in different cups on my desk. Pieces of parchment with all my homework lay on the floor under the window, drying. Being grounded hadn't given me a lot of room to roam, so I'd pretty much started living up here when I wasn't a work.

Luckily, my sentence had ended two weeks ago. Also, now that I'd unlocked my Gingotts vault, I actually had my own allowance, which meant I didn't have to feel bad about asking Dad for money or having to pay Trang back for a simple malt or shake.

I quickly grabbed my leather purse, checking to make sure there was money in it. Muggle money, at least. I was in luck, I had about £25. I also put in my wand, under an eye cloth in case of emergency. It was a rule since becoming a student at Hogwarts- don't go anywhere without your wand.

I checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing a blue blouse, a large blue ribbon decorating the front of it by my neck, and a white skirt that ended at my knees. I pulled my hair back into a long ponytail, adding a blue ribbon in it. Then I slung my purse across my body and ran back downstairs.

I locked the door behind me, joining Trang on the sidewalk.

We rode our bikes into town, stopping at a pop shop. It was freezing inside, even for the summer. It was the kind of malt shop that hadn't exited the old days yet. The waitresses still wore poodle skirts, the floor was checkered black and white, the counters were metal, red barstools, red booths to sit in, low-hanging white lights above the plastic tables, large glass windows. We ordered two vanilla shakes, red licorice, and chocolate.

We sat outside a table, drinking our shakes. The candy we were eating now got us talking about the candy we sent each other for Christmas the past year.

"I was shocked that the sugar quills were actually for eating." Trang said, unwrapping a chocolate with Carmel filling. "They looked so realistic."

"Did you try writing with it?" I asked, amused, before taking a bite from the red licorice string.

"No, I didn't want to ruin the chocolate nub with ink!" Trang exclaimed, laughing. "What about you?"

I thought about all the candy she'd sent me. There was a lot to sort through. "I loved the pop rocks." I finally said. "I think they were my favorite along with the warheads. Although, it should be noted that one should only eat a warhead at a time because more than one makes a hole in your tongue. I'm also speaking from experience."

Trang giggled, looking delighted. "When I first had a pop rock, I thought I was going to be electrocuted!"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, also laughing. "That's what I thought too!"

We headed home around dinner time, Trang coming with me.

I made mac and cheese. We waited for dad to come home before we ate. Meanwhile, Trang boiled water for tea. She sorted through the assortment of tea boxes we had in the cupboard. "You do have proper English breakfast tea, don't you?"

I grinned, "Sure. But why not try the Watermelon Lime tea first? Taste better cold, especially as it's summer."

Trang raised a skeptical eyebrow.

I put down the spoon and told her to move aside. I sorted through the tea flavors: Cranberry Apple, Lemon, Raspberry, Red Zinger, Tangerine Orange, Watermelon Lime, Sangaria Zinger, Wild Berry, Sleepytime Honey, Sleepytime Mint, Chamomile, Green Tea, Mandarin Orange Spice, Cinnamon Apple Spice, Caramel Apple Dream, Honey Vanilla Chamomile, Black Tea, White tea, Herbal tea-

"Ah, here it is. English Breakfast tea." I said, finally finding the box in the back of the cupboard. Unlike the other boxes made by Celestial Seasonings, the box was bland looking (to me). The box was gray with a small cottage with dull green bushes. The other boxes were usually much more colourful, in bright reds, yellows, greens, and purples. But I suppose to some, gray is a relaxing colour, and English breakfast tea was fairly calming.

"Why do you have so many different types of tea?" Trang asked, looking overwhelmed at the boxes that had stacked up around our heads.

"Because I haven't tried all of them yet to find out which ones are my favorite." I said with a nonchalant shrug. "Besides, we're British and Dad loves tea. And I'm weird and don't like normal flavors."

Suddenly, before my eyes there was a strange creature with large green eyes, wearing a pillowcase. A house-elf. I blinked, and it was gone. Strange. Perhaps it had been a vision. Of course it had, what else could it have been?

The front door opened, announcing dad's arrival, and I started scooping mac and cheese out into bowls as quickly as possible.

Dad exchanged a tired look with me when he came in the room before greeting Trang. He hugged me, kissed my cheek, and said, "I'm gonna take this up to my room with me, okay sweetheart?"

"Are you okay?" I asked urgently under my breath so that Trang didn't hear my next sentence. "It's not even close to full moon."

"I know. I just need to think about some things, okay?" Dad said, picking up his bowl of mac and cheese.

I nodded and let him go. We had no secrets. If he was having to think about something, he'd probably been let go again. I gritted my teeth. Stupid bias.

Dad turned and stopped, looking at the boxes stacked up, "Tea party?" He asked with a bit of a smile.

I blushed. "Er- something like that."

He chuckled half-heartedly before leaving the room.

"Where's your dad going?" Trang asked in concern. Trang had grown up around him almost as much as I had grown up around her mother (her Dad was usually at work) so she could read him almost as easily as I could. Same with her mother- I could read her fairly easily.

"Sick. He's going to stay in his room." I said dully.

"Oh." Trang said. She looked at the wolf calendar we kept in the room. It was a joke between Dad and I; the wolves decorating the calendar.

I think she was distracting herself from the situation. Then, looking strangely puzzled, she went into the small dining room. We talked a bit while we ate, but we kept our voices down in case dad was trying to sleep. She left around eight and as I had nothing else to do, I washed the dishes, dried them, put them away, and then checked on my rabbit- Sushi.

He was the most adorable bunny you've ever seen. He had gray and white colouring, one ear pointed upwards, one laying flat. He was a lionlop which is a lionhead, English lop mix. Just pure adorableness in other words. He was so soft and fluffy. He also had complete run of the house, jumping up on the kitchen table when we were eating, trying to steal bits of our fruit or whatever we were eating. He liked peppermint tea- if it was cold- and would stick his nose into our tea if we weren't keeping a careful enough eye on him.

He also wasn't allowed upstairs, as Dad fretted he might fall down the stairs or one of us would trip over him one day. And for the most part, Sushi stayed on the bottom floor anyways. I put him in his cage at the moment, filling his water bowl with fresh water, and hay tray with more hay. I mixed in a few pieces of cilantro and made sure that some of his favorite chew toys were in the cage with him. I petted him a few times, feeling melancholy, then closed the cage door, and headed upstairs to my room.

I shut the door behind me. Sadie was back with a mouse. I stroked her head feathers. "Maybe Harry'll have gotten the letter this time." I said with a sigh.

I grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment and quickly wrote my last letter.

Dear Ron, I haven't heard from Harry. I think, knowing his family, he probably can't get our letters or if he is getting our letters, has no way of replying. I can't say yet on the idea of coming to your house. But I do reckon I might see you guys in Diagon Alley. Hermione said she'll send me a date. Take care and let me know if you happen to hear from Harry. Love, Elizabeth

I set that aside and tossed my books that were on my bed onto the floor. I shut off the light and crawled under the covers. "Night Sadie." I murmured. I rolled over and fell asleep.

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sparrowsfall · 2 years

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I haven’t finished Midnight Mass YET. But as far as your portrayal and writing of John go it’s no reach to say both are what got me into watching the series. Sure the show has elements and a story that I do find intriguing and that I’m really loving so far even with the aspects that are forcing me to think on some things I’d thought I’d long since gotten past!!, it really was me wanting to know more about your muse and his story that finally got me to sit down and sit still enough to take in the lore. That might not sound like a whole lot to some so to add a bit of context I do have ADHD, and a dismal amount of energy when it comes to consuming new media I’m not fully fixated on. Getting me to watch or play new anything without me having already been fully invested in it is generally nothing short of a National act of Congress. Sadie YOUR WRITING IS 98% OF WHAT GOT ME INTO THIS EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER (accusatory + complimentary)!!!!!! I know this probably makes me sound completely conceited but you really should be proud of this because it IS an accomplishment.

Your writing of him alone was enjoyable enough that I wanted more, and oh boy what fun I’ve been having. While I’ve really enjoyed the show so far and have found John to be everything I hoped he’d be based on your writing and more including a character that can induce emotions from me raging all the way from fond to undiluted FURY—— it still doesn’t compare to your portrayal. You add so much depth to John with how you choose to layer his life’s story, his motives, his relationship with faith, the choices he’s made for himself that led to where I meet him in the show. You breathe such life into his character and color into his mannerisms that while I know are inspired by your own experiences and heritage don’t make them any less organic. Or fit him any less beautifully and in a way that’s completely unique to how you portray him.

I really could go on and on but boiling all down I can say I came after you’d been heavily vetted by a friend who told me you were wonderful (as a person and as a talented writer), they were absolutely right and were holding out on how lovely and brilliant you are. I stayed because I was blown away not just from how spectacular your writing is but how invested I’ve become in your portrayal of John, how much I enjoy your version and perspective on him. To me your specific take of John is nothing short of marvelous, I can’t say a thing about any other portrayals because for me they simply don’t exist. You’re aces Sadie, I’m glad to have met you, to be spoiled by your writing, to have my dash absolutely blessed by your presence on it and I can’t wait to write, plot, scream, cry do all the rp things rp partners do!!!! Because you and your portrayal are—— words fail ok 💚💚💚

how's my portayal

I SIMPLY CANNOT PROPERLY ARTICULATE HOW ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS THIS MESSAGE IS TO ME. GOD. cas you’re such a wonderful person to chat / yell / laugh with and i am so happy that my portrayal convinced you to watch this show that has been rotting my brain since september bc WHAT AN HONOR. TO KNOW THAT PEOPLE SEE MY PORTRAYAL AND WATCH THE SHOW AND /STILL/ ENJOY MY PORTRAYAL AFTER SEEING THE REAL DEAL IN ALL HIS GLORY....MY GOODNESS. but even more so, I am incredibly happy to call someone as sweet and talented as yourself a friend, and I cannot wait to see where our plots/ threads go in the near future. everything i’ve learned ooc about Joel and Johanna leaves me hungry for more, and I can’t wait to let John pick them apart ic too. WHAAA..... THANK U.

#confessions.#save.#themechaneer #sobbing real tears rn DONT MIND ME

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revenantfx · 2 years

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https://etsy.me/3IDA5IM 😁

Four leaf clovers

And pots of gold

Hunting for leprechauns never gets old!

If a Mc-fiend is what you seek

Show no fear!

Look no further!

We have them here! 🍀

We are pleased to introduce you to Patty McNasty! A rare North-American Leprechaun!

Newly minted in the lush green forests of Highlands East, Ontario 🇨🇦. Originally thought to only inhabit the great Emerald Isle of Ireland🇮🇪, their migratory patterns, magical powers ✨ and modern transportation have allowed them to travel to and inhabit many other parts of the world 🌎…

Now including yours!

Perched upon his pile of treasure

Making your acquaintance would be his pleasure!

Mostly quite, he keeps to himself

Taking it all in from his home on the shelf

Crazy like a fox and sly like a mouse

Now you too can have a Leprechaun

come live in your house!

Four toes on each foot

Four fingers on each hand

Four claws on each

For to snatch gold on demand!

Gold chains, gold teeth,

gold nuggets, good luck!

If it’s gold he wants it,

He don’t give a buck!

And don’t let his size or stature fool you in any way;

He’s like a green wolverine if you try to take his gold away!

You can look at him from a distance but do not dare touch,

that is if you care for your fingers much! 😋

Handmade Handpainted Handbiting

Short but not small!

This little fiend stands 8 inches tall

No real gold was used in the making of this statue or taking of these pictures. Any resemblance to gold real or fictional is purely coincidental. Extra loonies pictured not included😝☘️💚☘️💚

Each of these handcrafted statues are solid cast pieces of art inspired by our undying love of all things Halloween and our desire to fuse it into everything!! 👻💀🧡

Conceptualized, designed, sculpted, molded, cast, and painted %100 by us (Casper&Sadie Revenant) from our home to yours; we hope he can help you craft your perfect St.Patrick’s display and bring a little McJoy to you and yours each and everyday!! ☘️🎃☘️👻☘️💀☘️

He will also come with his name plate signed by both of us on the back ;)

Ready to ship and made for indoor display,

Get chu some Patty McNasty today!! 😉

Thank you for choosing handmade and

Thank you for supporting artists!! 🖤💚🖤

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books-and-cookies · 4 years

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Hey Mary, I just had a look at my book shelve and I discovered that 90% of the books I haven't read yet are non fiction, which is a bit much atm combined with uni reading, so I wondered if you have any good fiction tips? For a light, easy-ish read, preferably not a series (then I have to buy everything and I don't have a lot of money) but just single books. I like the perks of being a wallflower a lot, so maybe something like that? Thanks in advance and I hope you're having a good day💛💛💚🧡❤️

Hi! ❤

Okay, let's see:

* Alex Approximately by Jenn Bennett

* Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde

* Geekerella by Ashley Poston

* The Astonishing Colour of After by Emily X.R. Pan

* A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi

* The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

* Sadie by Courtney Summers

Happy reading! ❤

#mary answers stuff #ask me anything

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motownfiction · 2 years

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sadie: 5, 7, 9. sam: 20, 13, 12

for ✨sadie✨

5. what’s their favorite color?

green! whenever i think of sadie, i think of green. it's naturalistic, calming, intelligent, pensive ... everything she is 💚

7. what’s their handwriting like?

i imagine sadie would have fairly neat handwriting. she probably wouldn't have those big bubbly letters that a lot of people develop in their teens, but it would be clear and legible. she's probably the kind of person who got stickers on her printing practice worksheets in kindergarten/first grade.

9. if they have a love interest, how did they meet them? how would they describe said love interest?

i mean, this is super boring because we all know the answer, but i'll try, anyway. sadie and daniel have known each other since they were little babies. the doyles live around the block from the delucas, and their moms were casual friends because they had kids born within a few days of one another (daniel is three days older than the twins). they became especially well acquainted in the first grade, when their teacher grouped her students by astrological sign. 5/6 of our core characters here (lucy, will, sadie, sam, and daniel) were seated in the pisces desk clump. so sadie and daniel became childhood friends, which developed into adolescent friends, which eventually developed into a marriage.

sadie would describe daniel as the kindest, calmest, most optimistic man she's ever met. where sadie has a tendency to get really whipped up about pretty much everything and anything, daniel always takes a more relaxed approach. he's the master of his own emotions; sadie is the master of making sure everyone else is having a good time. when she feels like things are hopeless, daniel is there to help her find a reason to be hopeful. they complement each other, and sadie loves that about him.

for ✨sam✨

12. how many people broke their hearts?

either zero or one. it depends on when you ask him. technically, sam broke up with steph in 1985. technically, they never got back together -- not as a genuine couple, anyway. but every few years, sam and steph would have another weekend rendezvous. and every few years, sam would hope that she'd ask him to get back together. she never did. so, he'd convince himself that it was fine -- that he didn't really want to be married, anyway, and he'd be a terrible husband. he didn't want that for steph. he loved her too much. it was always a good thing, and his heart was never broken. he said. he thought.

if he'd lived past thirty-five, they would have ended up together. steph was about to bite the bullet when she got the news. but that never happened. she got the news instead.

13. how many hearts did they break?

romantically, only one. just steph. he never got close enough to another girl (or, later in his life, another woman) to have broken their hearts. steph was the only woman who was ever really, truly in love with him because she was the only one who really, truly knew every facet of him. outside of his own twin sister, steph was the person who knew sam best. she thought she was going to marry him. and then he dumped her over the phone in the fall of '85.

but if we're going outside the realm of romance ... sam's broken more hearts than anyone could ever count. he was the most alive man anyone had ever known, and he died when he was thirty-five. it was an accident. snow. ice. big trucks going too fast. he was looking out for himself and for charlie, but it wouldn't have mattered. the point is that he wasn't done yet. his friends weren't done knowing him. his family wasn't done loving him. none of them will ever be quite the same now that he's gone, even now, almost twenty years gone. there is no closure in sam's death. it was abrupt. it's permanent. it's always open.

20. Do they like the ocean? If they do, what do they like about it?

you know, i have the strangest feeling sam did like the ocean. he was 6'2," which maybe isn't that tall, but next to some of his friends, he was enormous. i think sometimes he felt too big -- like how he wanted to be a dancer, but he felt too much like frankenstein's monster to ever really give it a go. i think, at the ocean, sam finally would have felt smaller. i think he finally would have felt like he had a place to dance.

#ask games #ch: sadie doyle #ch: sam doyle #ponyboyatreides #thank you

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