(Note: I am going to hell for using Google Translate, but oh well.)

As usual, Harry was missing the point. It was not why it was done, it was the way he did it. I told him so and he just shook his head in that "Ylaine knows so much and yet she knows nothing" way and I wanted to kick him. Hard. "I know what you're doing," I told Harry, "and it's ( Read more... )

I did not know the function of the alarm clock, not practically, so when I awoke it was late and to the sound of Sam's knocking. "Ylaine?"

I had slept in the clothes I was wearing, not knowing any better, but as I did not have any hair the only hint as to my unkempt nature were some wrinkles in my clothing. Sam looked much fresher in his clean suit ( Read more... )