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It’s primitive the way you act! You think you can go around doing anything you want like some sort of animal but that’s not the case. This is the 21st century and we have laws and rules and standards. You can’t keep going on like this or you’ll end up alone. I don’t want to do it but I will if I have to. I can’t keep up with you and eventually you’ll leave me behind… and I won’t try to catch up.

Posted By Meredith Ellen On 05.11.2012 @ 6:50 am

I just step. And it’s that one movement of muscle and bone that propels me. That simple coaxing of my limbs to push past the boundary and I’m there. I’m here. I’m ready. Because of the step.

Posted By Meredith Ellen On 07.30.2011 @ 10:45 pm

He angrily stabbed his wand in the air to end the alarm charm he had set. He then waved it and let out an angry breath when the time illuminated across the ceiling. Some people may think that waking up at seven o’clock on a Thursday morning was reasonable but Draco Malfoy was not one those people.

Posted By Meredith Ellen On 02.07.2011 @ 7:08 pm

Draco walked slowly behind his instructor, itching to pull his wand from his robes to cast ‘lumos.’ He thought it absurd that his stupid therapist had suggested he try some muggle hobbies to “broaden his horizons and simultaneously ‘stick it to his parents.’” He had to admit, the latter idea was appealing but he did not want to be caught dead in this muggle contraption called a “darkroom.”

Posted By Meredith Ellen On 02.01.2011 @ 1:48 pm

Harry neatly printed his name and rank at the top of his Auror report. He sighed and put down his quill, looking out of the window. He rested his face in his hands and let his mind wander to happier things than reports about raids and killings. He watched the clouds glide past his window and couldn’t but let his mind wander to a certain someone with eyes the exact same shade as the stormy clouds….

Posted By Meredith Ellen On 01.30.2011 @ 3:37 pm

Draco dropped Harry on the bed and stared down into his green eyes. He steeled himself to focus and forced himself not to let his eyes drift across his full lips and bare chest. He stared straight into this brilliant green eyes, contemplating whether or not this was the better option.

Posted By Meredith Ellen On 01.28.2011 @ 2:39 pm

Propel and move. Move forward until you’re falling past the ugly pile of mess your life has become. Move until you can’t feel your feet running beneath you and you long to stop although we know stopping would be death. Love and grow until your life has blossomed into something indescribable and unimaginable full of melancholic rhyme and motion. Propel until there is nothing left but death.

Posted By Meredith Ellen On 04.19.2010 @ 10:20 am