"if you'd like to bloom, you must leave. because everything is wilting around me." in which he loved her enough to make her leave

❝You think you're funny, Ms. Grey?❞ ❝I think I'm adorable, Mr. Professor Snape, sir.❞

She was never one of the good guys, and always saw the errors of her Uncle's way. So when presented the chance, she re-traced her cousin's steps. And maybe that was a mistake. [[Harry Potter fanfic, I own nothing but my OCs and their storylines]]

I couldn't quite believe her nerves, the way the second year marched up to me, confidence reeking off her, and just said "I know your secret, and I need your help." Can you believe her nerve, that one? "My name is Hermione Granger, and please. I need you to help me," she said, previous confidence gone as she glanced around. "Enlighten me." ♛ Sawyer Wilde was an unknown name in the corridors of Hogwarts. Her dorm-mates would hum in thought before nodding, saying that it was a familiar name, though they could not pin-point it. Teachers would nod, the name familiar from the lists, but they never heard her speak, not once. One girl knew her however, and watched her sternly. Hermione Granger not only knew her name, but she knew much more. And it was time that the auguries Sawyer saw would be shared with the world. ♛ M A Y B E i S H O U L D ask F O R help M A Y BE i S H O U L D kill M Y S E L F ◘ disclaimer: I own nothing but Sawyer and her storylines. all right reserved to J K Rowling

Suzanne always told me, laughing, as though it were actually a joke that she wanted to kill herself but it was never the right time; there were always groceries to be bought and little brothers to be tucked in at night. one day, she was gone. and then, almost two years later, she knocked on my door like nothing has ever changed. but everything has changed.

"And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee." -Edgar Allan Poe ##Disclaimer: I know nothing but my OC's, all rights reserve to the truly wonderful J.K. Rowling##

"if I can't have love, I will give love to everyone else." ◘Harry Potter Fanfiction, I own nothing but my character.◘

❝You really don't understand, do you? I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted? Just like that, and it didn't mean anything.❞ -Coraline; Neil Gaiman ♠ Harry Potter\ Viktor Krum fanfic; I own nothing but my oc's and their storylines

Riley's life were always simple. She knew what she has to do, and did it well. Her future was certain, sure; not perfect, but very well known. She was content with the way her life turned out to be, even if she was alone in this world. Until she got a letter, that changed everything. And now... Well, Hogwarts and its students is in over their heads. DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT RILEY AND HER STORYLINES. ALL CHARACTERS, PLACES, CHARMS, SPELLS AND CREATURES YOU RECOGNIZE I DO NOT OWN.

[n.] the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you'd be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC'S AND THEIR STORIES.