- The Rescuers for the Big Disney Project
- Art Trade with and and
- Coloring Book of my town
- Chicken little fanart for the Disney-By-Eras Group
- History Challenge
- The sock puppets and their girl for
- Book Challenge
- my imagination
- commission for
- a Jungle scene
- My Pokemon teams (X and Moon)
- HP & PJ Challenges
- The missing animals and plants for my album
- Bridge for Anton, collab with Marie and Laeti, and Jasmine for NJ
- a Hooded Crow for hubby
Knitting and Stitching:
- Crocodile scarf
- Long denim skirt
Current Residence: in my Husband's arms, in WDW, at Hogwarts, at Camp Half-Blood, in space, in a forest, 20'000 Leagues under the sea and not far from a bookshop
Favourite genre of music: rock (hard rock, symphonic metal,...), celtic, country
Favourite cartoon character: Eeyore, Vanellope, Dory and Belle
Personal Quote: "it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be". A.Dumbledore
WHO I AM:
THINGS I LIKE:
The Big Leather-Bound BookDolores Umbridge yawned and stretched under the thick green and silver comforter. She strained her ears for sound, but the girls' dormitory was silent. She parted the heavy green curtains which surrounded her four-poster bed and surveyed the room. The other beds were empty. Her roommates had already gone to breakfast.
Dolores' gaze rested on the large, long-haired orange cat which was snoozing at the foot of her bed. She swiftly grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and yanked it towards her. The cat made a wild, desperate struggle to elude her grasp, but it was all in vain. He had been declawed and his teeth had been filed down. Resigned to his fate, he gave an angry growl as the girl squeezed him tightly to her chest.
"Oh, Mr. Binkles, wasn't that nice of the girls to let me sleep in! They are so considerate! I'd better hurry and get dressed or I'll miss breakfast."
Dolores swung her feet over the side of the bed and slipped them into a pair of fluffy pink slippers which
AmortentiaSeverus stared at the whirling spirals streaming from the cauldron near Professor Slughorn’s desk. Amortentia. His mother had never brewed it in front of him, but she must have brewed it once long ago, because there were several notes in the margins of her Potions book describing its properties, along with some girlish heart doodles. He tried to picture his mother as a carefree young girl, drawing the hearts during Potions class, but he could not. A large heart inscribed E.P. and G.T. caught his eye. Who was G.T.? He didn’t dare ask his mother, and he knew that she would never tell him. Some things were better kept secret.
“What are you thinking about, Severus?” Lily inquired. He closed his book and smiled. Some things were definitely better kept secret, including his feelings for her.
“Nothing, Lily. I was just looking at the pictures that Mam drew in the margins of her Potions book. I can&
Letter HomeMarch 17, 1916
Dear Father and Mother,
Being a nurse in the war isn't easy. Soldiers are being brought in every minute. Some are brought in missing an arm or leg. Others suffering from the terrible poison gas, constantly in agony. Every day I hear machine guns, rolling like thunder, shooting our men. I would give anything to go out there and help Germany fight off the French at the western front. Alas, I cannot. I am a nurse and must tend to the wounded.
The front has gotten crowded with dead corpses. I was sent only once to the trenches to amputate a foot. When I was there, I saw dead all around me. Bodies on top of bodies, with rats eating their skin and organs like a bear eats its prey. The smell of rotting bodies mixed with smoke from bombs filled the air. Puddles and streams of blood and rain flowed throughout the trenches. Two soldiers escorted me to a bunker where I was to take away a young man's feet. The bunker wasn't too big. It had four bunk beds and a cot in the middle. The