"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas

I'm Ashley Febray a 13-year-old witch. Yes, you heard right, I'm a witch. Although nobody seems to care since I really never got my letter to Hogwarts when I turned 11, and I live in the streets homeless and without my parents. If you're wondering how I know I'm a witch and not a squib is because I've used my magic before. After my uncle died I stayed with my aunt (she didn't know anything about me being a wizard) and she sent me to a muggle school to study. But that was her worst mistake. That stupid school ruined my life. Nobody would be friends with me because around me weird stuff tended to happen, but I mean come on! I could not control it! The only person ever to be nice to me was a boy I'll never forget, his name was Harry. But his cousin Dudley was my worst nightmare, he made me who I am today, a freak who doesn't like talking, walking or even looking to another person, so.... I was alone all times except for Harry. The other reason was that I thought i would atleast go to Hogwarts... No such luck. So I had promised myself no more magic, and I kept that promise... Until Today.

dreams. they can be beautiful. ︎︎︎©2013

cause i'd rip the wings right off your back if you dare to fly. © 2014

His deepest past. His deepest secrets. Will come out For her. But what happens if the people you love Die because of your past. Because of your mistakes. Ashton Irwin is nothing but trouble. Everyone knows it. Expect. Cassidy. But there was something about him Something that was Addicting Interesting And Dark. Which made her want to know even more.

|| härSH adjective 1. unpleasantly rough or jarring to the senses.|| "I'm really glad I found you, because if I didn't it would've been goddamn shame."

I suddenly felt Ashton’s body warmth behind me, his arms wrapped me holding me tight and close to him even if I did try to struggle, there was no use. He slowly raised his hand and a grabbed my right breast. I chocked on my water as I swallowed it. “Get your hands off me!” I demanded. He didn’t even listen, I placed my cup in the sink and I turned to him. He was holding me closer than ever. “I like it when you are feisty.” He smirked at me “maybe I should do this more often.” He then pressed his lips against mine but I pulled back. “You have zero chance with me, I hope you know that” I said quietly. He then let go of me and backed off a bit.