bmichel1993
Success is measured in ways different than medals and awards, happiness is one. Probably the most disregarded trophy or prize that you could ever receive. If you are happy, you couldn't have done anything better.
It's a scary feeling. Your heart races; you aren't quite sure what to expect, but at the same time their presence brings you comfort. You want nothing more than to walk up to them and say whats on your mind, but the doubt overpowers the potential happiness approaching him could give you.
All I want to talk about is Harry Potter, funny how that is huh? I bet I wont be the only one. But instead of talking about wands can I talk about the number seven? You know, the biblical number. Seven years at Hogwarts, seven horcruxs, seven Weasley children, seven members on a quidditch team... think about it. She knew what she was talking about...
Specific words and phrases, you try and use them to describe every immaculate deep, passionate feeling you have, but it is not possible; there are no words.
The jingle, he followed the noise that was tormenting his mind. The jingle of the two keys, wearing themselves down on each other. Casually clipped to her belt loop, his mind couldn't escape the keys. What did they open; where could they lead him?
The hat that she was gifted was always atop her head. The ugly, itchy maroon and gold hat was her only security. No matter the time, the outfit, the occasion, it was the only thing that kept her together. The wool.
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