one-shot

Plot ID #113688 Ten years. There was a lot more to the article than those two words, but Celia found herself returning to them over and over again. Ten years. She unfolded the newspaper, allowing the pages to splay across the desk as she tried to ignore the slow hollowing in her chest. It was...

Happiness. Most days, it was a foreign concept to Celia, an emotion fundamentally incompatible with her current life. She occasionally saw glimpses of it — in a duel won, a spell mastered, a solo flight — but it had been a very, very long time since she'd experienced true happiness. This...

Plot ID #111804 If Harper had felt lost at the beginning of the year, that was nothing compared to how she was feeling now. She stared at the Transfiguration books open in front of her, trying to ignore the little voice in her head telling her that this was a lost cause — that she was a lost...

The whistle blew, and Harper knew it was over. All around her, girls were chatting excitedly as they drifted off the pitch. The third day of football tryouts had come to an end, and the anticipation in the air was palpable. By this time tomorrow, the members of the development squad would be...