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I read a post at reddit about a suicidal metaphor? By David Foster Wallace - Infinite Jest. It depicted a burning building, flames and windows. So I wrote something from my perspective, while currently being inside a metaphorical burning building.
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Remus Lupin was proud to say that he was very normal, thank you very much.
He was a shy ten-year-old with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a very skinny frame. He liked to read and memorize 19th-century poetry, even though he wasn't very good at memorizing things. He owned exactly seventeen socks—yes, he had counted. Frequently.
Oh, who was he kidding? Remus Lupin was not normal whatsoever, even by wizarding standards. In fact, he was probably the most abnormal child in the area—in the country—on the continent—in the world? He wouldn't be surprised.
Normal, his mum always said, was overrated.
Normal, his dad always said, was a myth.
It didn't matter what normal was, though; not really. Whatever is was, Remus Lupin wasn't it.
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- Part 1 of Of Marauders and Monsters
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In his first life, Percy did not have many friends, especially not after the beginning of the war as-quite unfortunately- most wizards tended to die rather quickly, which did not make it very easy to bond with them. However, there was no need to be his friend to know one essential thing about him.
Percy Weasley was efficient. Still is.
To everyone else, he's only an eleven year old, a child, eager to start learning about magic and making friends. To himself, he's a man on a mission.
Protect his family.
Whatever the cost, he will do it.Series
- Part 2 of Unspeakable Truths
- Part 1 of The To-Do List
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Had we but world enough and time: Which way to walk by seekeronthepath
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
18 Aug 2021
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"What will you give?"
"All that I am and will be. All that I have, if it will save her life."
On the 1st of November, 1981, Severus Snape made a deal with Time.
On the 29th of January, 1975, his second chance began.
He didn’t care what it took - this time, Lily was going to live.Volume 1 of 3
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- Part 1 of Had we but world enough and time
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Welcome to Snape's Tea and Brew!
We have the best teas from all over the shinobi continent (and some not from this continent at all).
Also, try our very own house specialty brews!
Got a hangover ? We have hangover brews!
Got migraines from dealing with idiotic shinobi on a daily basis? We got the best migraine relief brews!
Currently dying from clan-related genetic diseases? No problem, we got just the brew for you!So, come one and come all! We'll be delighted to serve you the perfect drink you need! (Although some of you might very well need to be served poison instead).
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An unassuming Potions Master winds up in the Shinobi continent with no idea how he got there and or even how to get home. Follow his adventures as he opens up a tea shop in Konoha and gets involved with the many shinobi of the new world that he's in.
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“Oh, Ursa.” A hand, decorated with fine bands of silver and entwined gold, caressed her cheek. It was warm. “Your Aunt Walburga and I are having tea. I cannot attend you at all times.”
“I don’t understand why you just won’t let the house-elves take care of her, Druella.” Said Walburga, not unkindly.
Her heart seemed to catch in her throat as she stilled. Anna reversed the conversation in her head silently, mulling over the frequent use of certain names as a sick sense of dread welled up over her. Oh no, she thought with the desperation of a dying (dead?) man.
The woman rolled her eyes out of sight of Walburga, turning back to the woman with an exasperated stare. “My grandmother hand-raised my mother, and my mother hand-raised me. It’s a tradition.”
“Your grandmother was a half-blood,” Walburga said airily, but there was a sneer in her voice that would have rattled steel.
Oh, fuck, Anna stared up in desolation.
Or, alternatively, death isn't final and souls are reduced, reused and recycled.
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- Part 1 of OHTMF
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The payoff was small. Ended when sorted