I'm terrible at these things and often feel stuffy talking about myself. So it's important you know I'm an awkward turtle who'd rather talk about anything/anyone else.
I've been writing both original fiction and fanfiction since I was a kid. Hopefully I've progressed from being overly dramatic and angsty in my writing to something that feels more authentic (but also still somewhat dramatic and angsty).
As the name suggests I have a love for Harry Potter, and more specifically the Prewett and Weasley fams. I'll probably be playing in that sandbox on here quite a bit, but who knows what else might pop into my overactive and overworked brain.
Outside of fan related stuff, I'm an "old married lady," but really not THAT old. Still, somedays I feel like an anxious sixty year old woman. I'm a Mum of a human baby and a five year old dogger. I dabble in other hobbies, but nothing's quite stuck with me like reading and writing.
Cedrella Black is expected to do a great deal many things, but opening her heart up to Septimus Weasley isn’t one of them.
“If a mother’s love could force one to do unimaginable things like murder, perhaps a mother’s grief could inspire similar acts of desperation.”
A dark and twisty one-shot set after Fred's death. Written for the fangtastic grimtown carnevil. It is for the “magic must come at a price,” picspam prompt.
With all the uncertainty in their world, Molly and Arthur still find things to celebrate.
(Also an excuse for me to write domestic smut, so there’s that.)
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Before her marriage to Arthur, Molly knitted a blanket that became a fixture in the Weasley household. See the many ways in which this blanket offered warmth, comfort, fun, leisure, and much more to each member of the immediate Weasley family.
A landing page for my event challenge drabbles. Probably most HP. Probably mostly Weasley related.
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Molly Prewett invites a group of friends to her aunt’s summer cottage for a post-Hogwarts weekend getaway. What begins as a carefully crafted girl’s weekend soon spirals into a rowdy house party with boys and booze. As Molly clings to the edges of the raucous celebration, she finds Arthur Weasley doing the same. With a shared interest in avoiding over the top festivities, they discover that perhaps there’s always been something a bit more than friendship between them.