Padfoot found the branch somewhere in the Forbidden Forest and drug it along with him. The broad base of the limb was clutched in his grinning jaws. Even as it collided with trees and bushes, his black tail remained curled skyward. He was proud of his acquisition. It was long and forked off in multiple places, a white birch broken loose from ( Read more... )

( The Generous Gift of Protection )

She pauses in the hall with his once-brimming teacup. Admittedly, she’s sloshed the liquid a few times, but there’s still more than three swigs remaining. This will make him smile. She wants so badly to make him smile.

But she isn’t the one who makes him smile. She never has been. But maybe, just maybe, if she tries hard enough, she’ll be that one ( Read more... )

**The song lyrics are from some un-titled song from an "extra" CD by Rascal Flatts. Love that song for R&S.

It is three weeks until you marry her-- the girl of your dreams. For years you have serenaded your mates with odes about her ocean-green eyes, have proclaimed your admiration for her resolve for hating you (when you were clearly a ( Read more... )

It was Miss Brindle who had first shown him the secret. She had gathered his Key Stage One class around her, cutting an apple, not into smiles of apple covered in red, shiny skin, but across the midsection. When it lay in two pieces, he was astounded that she revealed a five-pointed star in the seeds. It was fascinating, at their age of six, to ( Read more... )