Harry's Ditched by a "Witch"Once upon a time Molly Wealsey met Arthur Weasley and two days before their October wedding, she looked up at her soon-to-be husband and said, "Arthur, I want us to have a baby girl," and he rplied with "Anything you want, Molly-Wobbles." He would almost come to regret that sentiment when, six bouncing baby boys later, Molly finally bore a daughter whom they named Ginny because his cousin already took the name Kimmy.Harry's Ditched by a "Witch" by DreamerInTheClouds
That has almost NOTHING to do with the rest of the story, but I felt like writing it down.
This girl came to become a beautiful, young woman when she began to seek to pursue her friend and brother's best mate, Harry Potter. Well, despite her radiating confidence and amazing looks, Ginny had a lack of slef-esteem when it came to Harry becasue of a certain bushy-haired book worm. Yes, she was suspicious of the way they sat and quietly red together, of their small talk during breakfast, and even of Hermione's extreme cleanliness. (Mostly because she was certain that any man w
The Art of Role Models...and their play on your characters.The Art of Role Models by DreamerInTheClouds
Characters are the driving force to ANY novel. Without them, there is nothing to stir a plot, fight a conflict, or relate to! They are, in a logical perspective, one of the most important parts of the story! Every classical book has some sort of memorable character. In Lord of the Flies, we fell in love with Ralph because of his desire for order and ability to lead while still possessing the charm of a young boy. In Tok Kill a Mockingbird, Scout is not only curious and amusing but she is also observant and insightful. Even seemingly meaningless events in her life such as her school teacher yelling at her for being able to read before she was taught eventually become lessons in life for young Scout.
Fact is, all memorable characters have some admirable quality or another. We remember them because they were intelligent, justice seeking, or put their heart and soul into everything they did. Many writers think that these characteristics must always be
Diary Song: Love Song ParodyDiary Song: Love Song Parody by DreamerInTheClouds
Summary: A parody of Sarah Bareilles's "Love Song" sung by Ginny Weasley.
Quill in the ink jar,
And he tells me to write my problems away,
But they'll get even harder, even I know that,
Made room for me but it's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands
You're usually kind of scary,
Blank stares at blank pages,
No easy way to say this,
You mean well, but you make this hard on me
I'm not gonna write in this diary,
'cause you asked for it,
'cause you need me to, you see,
I'm not gonna write in this dairy,
'cause you tell me it's,
Make or break in this,
If you're on your way,
I'm not gonna write to Tom today,
What happened to Collin Creevy?
I wanted my picture taken by him today,
I learned the hard way,
That brothers say the things you want to hear,
And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and,
Your twisted words,
Your help just hurts,
You are not what I thought you were,
Hello to high and dry,
Convinced me to write you,
Made me think that I need this too,
I'm trying to leave
The Song of the Winter SeaThe Song of the Winter Sea by DreamerInTheClouds
Rose Weasley stood out on the deck of her house and smiled brightly, clutching her outside hat to her chest, even though she knew that it was the dead of winter and would have no use for it. It was made of straw, a white ribbon tied around the rim, and an everlasting periwinkle rose that her Mother had enchanted for her years ago at the back. The smell of salt water filled her nostrils, making her ears lifts at the notes of a fine composition she'd head once or twice somewhere. Her body swayed back and fourth to the music as she closed her eyes and listened, ignoring the cold.
"Oi!" called her older brother, Arthur, from the screen door she'd left open. She didn't move a muscle but still herd his call of, "You're bloody mental! We've been here for five minutes and you're already out in the cold?" His feet banged against the floor loudly as she herd him yell a rather ostentatious mutter of "Girls."
Her lips could only bring themselves to a smile. She was sixteen years old as of a week a