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Countless snowflakes were dispersed from stormy gray skies and scattered across the air, twirling around and around like giddy ballerinas as they descended down towards the snow-blanketed roofs and streets of London to join their fellows and merge into the ever-growing piles of snow. As if the...

The boy watched the waves crash onto the cliffside with an expression of serene calm plastered upon his emotionless face. As if out of habit, a cold, emotionless smile simply hung upon his admittedly handsome features. He squinted into the coming gloom as the evening dawned upon the Hogwarts...

Gonna be poppin' in and out of HNZ - Busy times. Working and such. You have my condolences!

The Slytherin drifted into the Hospital Wing airily, seeming to glide across the floors, his robes rustling slightly as he moved. Pale gray orbs flickered from side to side, watching the relatively small room; in his hands was Taylor Mercer, injured during her Quidditch Match. No one really knew...

If you have any suggestions for the Novel, or simply wish to leave a comment, or would like to say that you permit me to use your character for it, simply post here. All feedback, commentary, compliments, critics, etc, etc, are welcome! ... Or so I think.

Shhk. The sound of the sharp blade carefully cutting and shaping a large block of wood held in the grasp of the pale hand echoed throughout the dungeons. The gleaming knife was carefully inserted into the rugged surface of the wood, and slowly carved past the wood with a grating sound before...

To HNZ. ============================================================================================== HOGWARTS NEW ZEALAND: THE 8TH FLOOR<i></i> ============================================================================================== *If you are against your character being used...

I can't exactly do my job as a shop assistant if I can't see said shop. -blink-

All the way from the crystalline waters of the Lake, Henric strode over to the Forest at a mercilessly fast pace - probably amusing himself with Artemis's plight as she would try to follow him. As he entered the shaded woods, his stride instantly slowed so that the one who was following him...

Perhaps a series of plots detailing one subtly, supposedly innocent boy's eventual rise over the period of his stay at Hogwarts, and upon his graduation, something more. Interested? The PM Button should look awfully friendly to you, then.

Not really, since we don't have a King, but it is a country! Tichondrius Illitharis and all related accounts probably won't be on HNZ - for a long period of time. Possibly extending to two years! The reason is because he's shaving his head, putting on marching boots, and being drilled...

After a painful voyage up the stairs, Henric finally wandered into the Hospital Wing and collapsed into a chair, slumping down, the pain not ebbing one bit. Having arrived fresh from Quidditch, he was still dressed in his Quidditch robes, and his broom leaning against the wall. Sliding a hand...

Tis a tale, of the Loveless trail, take some time to freshen your eyes, just look once, read past the Lies. This is a boy talking, hear me out; it's the 3rd year at Hogwarts. During potions I tend to stare at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend. I'd constantly stare at her...

The shaft of the smooth wood was grasped firmly in between his index and thumb in a flexible grip, raising his pinkie, Henric tlted the wand down and twirled wildly before he took hold of it again. Taking a few steps forward, he swung his wand about a few times, stepped back, then directed his...

I can't see Obsidian Harbour. And that means I can't get into the Quidditch store. That means I can't work. o_o; - I thought it would have auto-opened by now ...

Black rolling clouds rose all around him, and his cloak was continually assailed by the deep rumbling of thunder and the constant downpour of heavy rain that felt like metallic droplets of lead. He lost all facade, all pretence, all imagination. His features bore nothing of happiness, merely...

PROLOGUE le guerrier sans amour This is not just a book. Sometimes, it is a portrayal of sorrow. Sometimes, it’s a record of a person’s life. Sometimes, it is a list of events. It could even be a terrible secret sealed within leather binding. But sometimes, perhaps it’s just a book.

They Will Rise I liked the movie; it was decent in my opinion.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. Twigs snapped and broke apart as Henric Lee marched forward solemnly, his cowl drawn so that it flapped noisily in the wind along with his cloak. "Centaurs guard the secrets of their homes zealously with their lives... their valor and bravery exceeds mortal measurements...

[This little book was inspired when I saw the topic of Beau's birthday and what he got - I decided to pen a single chapter for the fun of it.] TEN FAILSAFE WAYS TO A WITCH'S HEART - By Narcissus Loromantius Greetings young wizards, One who buys this book generally chances upon problems with...