i. Right, so I'm now falling slightly ill. It sucks. I will hurt the germ that is ravaging my innards such. If only I could see it ( Read more... )

Bad poetry!

Title: Of Alcohol and Death Eaters
Pairing: H/V

After he overthrew Voldemort in a coup
On Monday morning
Harry was very blue
He bumped his head
‘Cause Voldemort was in his bed
And Harry screamed like a shrew

This is why I don't like writing poetry...*sigh* I must finish my Lab Report and my hp_fairytales fic tonight.

Dark Alley
By: shadowclub
Notes: Was inspired by the fact the pen ink on her fingers refused to be washed off.

The grime in my grip
And the grip in my grime
Causes me to commit a crime
So mean
I cannot be redeemed
From that fatal flaw
Of human choice