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April first, as you'd reckon it. I don't know what year. It was a long time ago. -Mariel What are your plans for this weekend?

Mariel blinked several times and rubbed her eyes. Her mouth is dry, and she isn't sure where she is. It's bright and smells very sterile. Hospital, hospital. Why am I ...

No, and I intend to keep it that way. - Mariel Someday, hopefully. - Stella Is that even legal? - Benji When you were little, what did you want to ...

What the hell kind of question is that? Of course not. -Mariel who was your best friend when you were a kid?

Ian blinked. He knew, rationally, that him and Pi were the same person, or, at least the same DNA. Actually seeing the little twerp was an entirely different matter. His ...

1. Harry. 2. Lord Voldemort. 3. JKR 4. Potter. 5. loved: Remus, Sirius (Remus/Sirius :wink: ), Tonks, McGonagal, Dumbledore, Luna, Hermione ... the list goes on. It should be noted ...

(We're going with the previous question, 'cause Griffin forgot to post one.) Uriel - er, I meant, my rapier. Really. -Mariel Who is your worst enemy?

*SNERK!* - Stella, who is oh-so-mature That's not even a question. -Benji What are your plans for tonight/tomorrow?

"Simply awful, not that it's any of your business," Mariel stuck her hands in her pockets, hoping to find the lighter she knew wasn't there. What's your earliest memory?

I won't spend too long on the drawing technicalities, there are just two things I want to mention: first, his hair is a little too stiff; second, the fingers on ...

How mysterious. He'd never seen a girl with golden eyes before. He'd heard of eyes they called golden, but they were invariably hazel. Not this girl - or would she ...

Angel reached for a pad of paper and a pen. He'd sworn himself to silence, but found that writing things down was an easy way to communicate. His handwriting was ...

"Oh, come on. I can to!" Shawna insisted, hands on her hips. "You're a ballerina," Nate taunted her. "Ballet isn't a sport! I bet you can't even run a mile!" ...

Athanasius blinked. "Uhm, what? My beliefs on what ? I believe a lot of things, like God is dead, and er," he coughed and cleared his throat to imply he ...

It sounds to me like a post-WWI love story of sorts, revolving around a ghost of a boy who died in the war and the girl who finds some letters ...