A Spell Gone Wrong, pt. 2 of 2 by lilynoelle, literature
Literature
A Spell Gone Wrong, pt. 2 of 2
To anyone watching, if they were watching, Hermione appeared to be walking alone: a sad and chilly figure layered in a woolen sweater and scarf, her hands shoved in her pockets, a crease on her brow. What any non-magical person was unable to see was the tiny elf at her side, his long ears barely reaching her knees. Fogg wore an intense and confident look on his small face; Hermione’s was wary and slightly scared.
“What exactly are you going to do?” she finally asked, after walking twenty minutes in the cold.
Fog stopped walking and tilted his head.
“Fogg sees his mistress doubts him,” he sai
Chapter One
“Muziq was once a utopian city of sound—a place that could best any old town.”
Two months ago, the shadows in Muziq might have been a welcome darkness in this city that always glowed with lights. Shadows were the perfect shade for all of the bright city’s residents, or at least, it had been. Not more than two months ago, Harper Heart would have never thought she would be running from the comfort of shade into the bright acid colors of the city. The colors weren’t toxic necessarily, only tiring. It was like being under constant spotlight.
She had mixed feelings about those spotlights as she ran now.
The Hideaway, Part Four: Tears And Rain by lilynoelle, literature
Literature
The Hideaway, Part Four: Tears And Rain
The Hideaway ~ Part 4 ~
Raindrops pattered against the windows in the Weasley’s parlour, their sharp music ringing against the stained glass and waking Lily out of a restless sleep. She propped herself up on one elbow and waited as her eyes adjusted to the faint, gray light that filled the room. Rain was a master at deception: it could be early morning or late afternoon – there was no way of knowing once rain had filled the overhead clouds. Lily wearily got out of her sofa-turned-bed, instantly cold as the blankets fell away. She shivered and walked to the hearth, checking the mantle clock. It was only six thirty, hours away
The Hideaway, Part Three: Do Not Wake Me by lilynoelle, literature
Literature
The Hideaway, Part Three: Do Not Wake Me
Lily slept well her first night at the Burrow. Despite being walked on by the Weasley’s cats, and tapped by the children, she slept past the eight hours her dreamless-sleep potion worked. Her last hour of sleep was haunted by dreams of childhood, of white fences and swing-sets, and of the boy next door lying under the stars with her until sunrise. She woke up in a bittersweet mood – and realized, for the first time in months, that she was not afraid for her life. The safety of the Burrow was incredible: she could literally feel the enchantments in the air, like swirls of warm smoke floating around her.