Have you ever been able to read someone like a book? You can look at them, and instantly, you can flip through their pages and understand exactly what they're thinking. That's exactly the way to describe Jeanine and Evelyn's relationship during the boring, incessantly long faction leader meetings. It seems they're one another's unspoken allies.

Nowhere is safe. There's been an outbreak in Chicago. High fever. Cough. Headache. No fatalities... yet. It spreads through the air rapidly and microscopically. There's no stopping an enemy you can't see. It started in Amity. Then to Erudite. Then to Candor. To Abnegation. To Factionless. The only safe faction is Dauntless. Don't touch anyone. Don't talk to anyone. Protect yourself through isolation.

Jeanine Matthews. The sole representative of Erudite, and the most intelligent according to the Erudite intelligence quota administered to all adults. An accomplished woman, despite her many faults. She's climbed the social ladder, summiting at her current position. Impressive, of course. She's garnered much respect and reverence. The question is, however, where exactly did such a woman start out?

"I awake with the Dauntless woman, Tori, in front of me. All of that was a simulation." After what seemed like months of her own world and life falling apart, Beatrice Prior wakes to find that everything she knows is a simulation. Stuck with what are now only memories and daydreams, she must find a way to discover what this means for her, and her society. Most importantly, she has to decide if she's still Beatrice. Or if Beatrice is not who she is at all.

It's been two months since the war between Erudite/Dauntless and the rest of the city ended, leaving everyone to wonder what to do with one person. Dr. Jeanine Matthews. They can't kill her- what if she becomes suddenly useful? If someone as intelligent as her was put into prison, she'd probably go insane due to lack of brain stimulation. So they're left with two options- Exile, or House Arrest. Little does Dominick Collins know, but he's about to have his job cut out for him.

Jeanine has just been nearly strangled by Tobias Eaton. Clearly, she's been a little more affected than she shows. Ben Harrows- her best friend who she finds to be more annoying than not, decides that he should make sure she's alright. The question is... how does Jeanine really feel? --- A/N: idk I wrote this, it's kind of long, maybe I'll write more? the story is better than the description, I promise.

The Eighth Years are back. Harry and Ron have become Aurors, but Hermione is back to finish her education. So is Malfoy. The two are assigned as Head students, meant to guide the younger students. Together. It's shocking, to say the least. But what is the most shocking, perhaps, is the fact that they seem to get along just fine. - Hi, I'm aware that this idea is far from original, but it's been my favorite kind of story to write and it's my first Harry Potter fanfiction in three years. I hope you enjoy!

Beatrice Prior has always hated Erudite, because of her father, of course. But... what if there was more to his hated for the faction of manipulative intellectuals? What if it had to do with the inexplicable similarities between Jeanine Matthews and Beatrice Prior's appearances?

~completed~ Look for book two! Coming soon. dear tris, why did you leave? i know i am probably wasting my time making these letters. but at least send one back i miss you, tobias

~completed~ What do you want to be Beatrice? I mean when you grow up." Tobias says, while we share our last moments together. We lay on the grass. Two six year olds. Laying in our spot looking at the sky. I look over to him, into his sky blue eyes and smile. "You know what. I want to be a frog. I never have to leave you. And I can jump so high I can touch the sky. And I'll be free. Oh everything would be amazing!" He smiles at me and giggles. "I want to be a pig. Never have to leave you. AND I get to be as messy as I want!" We both burst into laughter. I'm going to miss this. I hear my mother calling me and my eyes fill with tears. "I'm going to miss you Toby!" I wrap my small arms around him and look into his chubby little face. "I will miss you to, Trissy."