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Marlene McKinnon is a mess. She can’t sleep, she’s almost certainly going to fail all her NEWTs, and she’s 99% sure that if they don’t win the Quidditch Cup this year James Potter will throw himself headfirst off the Astronomy Tower. On top of all that, there’s a war on, yet their professors seem determined to pretend that the biggest problem any of them are facing is finding a Ministry internship. Marlene’s final year at Hogwarts has barely started, and she’s already pretty sure it couldn’t get any worse—that is, until she shows up for her first Potions class and hears the assignment.
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Dorcas Meadowes is a stone-cold bitch. At least, that’s what everyone says. She doesn’t need well-meaning professors or overeager classmates or teammates or boyfriends or friends. She doesn’t need anything except to be left alone, the way she likes, until the day she finally leaves school. And she certainly doesn’t need Marlene McKinnon, with her sharp tongue and her snorting laugh and her stupid shiny hair, who seems intent on ruining everything that Dorcas has been working towards for the past two years.PLEASE DON'T POST MY FICS ON GOODREADS/STORYGRAPHS/ETC.
PLEASE DON'T REPOST MY WORKS ON ANY OTHER SITES.Series
- Part 1 of The Hand That Feeds
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As the dust settles in the 2000 United States Presidential election, Ivy League student Hermione Granger goes to three different parties, in an effort to think about something- anything- other than the state of Florida.
So does that argumentative trust fund prick, Draco Malfoy.
A college AU all about enemies who...aren't.
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James leans his hip against the table, his arms crossed. She can feel his gaze on her, his gold-framed glasses glinting in the candlelight, and she tears her eyes from Regulus, who looks at James with the same admiration that had previously coloured her own face.
The very sight of her fellow Gryffindor has her choke down the need to cry and scream. She’s envious, yes, she’s accepted as much, but she is also angry at his blatant ignorance of Regulus. How could he sit there, in the light of his love, and not turn to welcome it?
As heartbroken as she would be, Lily thinks she’d be happy if James were to turn and give the same look he’s giving her now to Regulus, just to see his face light up in the way that only James can manage.---
Or; Lily likes Regulus, Regulus likes James, James likes Lily. It's less of a problem than expected.
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- Part 1 of Last Home
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“Welcome to the Physical Kids’ Cottage,” she says with a liquid smile. “First time?”
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It didn’t eradicate Alice’s suspicions. Some primal, animal fear, dating back to the antediluvian muck of middle school, said this was merely an unusual level of commitment to the bit, to setting up the punchline. Truth or dare? Ghostly, girlish giggles echoed in Alice’s amygdala. Either way she knew she would lose. Call truth and she got laughs poorly muffled behind hands as she was asked if she’d ever been kissed. The losses branch out. Say no and be revealed as a loser. Say yes and the freakishness of the idea induced shrieks of delighted horror. Call dare and end up on the roof of Jessica K's house, no one believing she’d jump, and then suddenly being no longer on the roof but on the ground among a circle of screaming girls, leg broken, and instead of gaining respect for her nerve she’d freaked everyone out so much they avoided eye contact forever after.
Alice always took the dare.