I kind of like the implication that Aang went through this brief period of “Fuck the Fire Nation,” after finding out that his people had been massacred. 

The show doesn’t focus too much on Aang’s grief in Book 1, but I feel like this meshes well with my headcanon about Aang being reminded of Kuzon while talking to Katara in “The Storm,” which ultimately leads to him reminiscing about him in “The Blue Spirit.” 

the second task

The second task of the Triwizard Tournament as seen by Lily and James

Lily: He is going to sleep through the bloody task.

James: Not if Dobby wakes him up first.

Lily: What difference does it make if he can’t survive one hour under the water?

James: Apparently Dobby thinks he can.

Lily: How?

James: I don’t care to be honest, he just does. 

Lily: What the hell is a Wheezy?

James: I think he means Weasley.

Lily: Oh dear god, they hid Ron under the lake. What happens after one hour? The song was perfectly clear–

James: Don’t be ridiculous, Dumbledore wouldn’t let them drown.

Lily: Are you sure?

James: *suspiciously* Yeah?

Lily: Thank heavens, Dobby brought Gillyweed.

James: It looks disgusting.

Lily: Very but it will give him fish-like traits, he will be able to stay under the water. But how the hell Dobby knew about this?

James: Yet again, I don’t care. Oh look, he heard it in the staff room, don’t fret it. 

The task starts and Harry takes the Gillyweed.

Lily: Told you it would work.

James: Have you, uh, ever met merpeople?

Lily: No.

James: Yes I can tell. They are not the friendliest of creatures.

Lily: Great. Brilliant. He is going to die.

James: Okay maybe you should stay a bit more positive.

Moaning Myrtle comes out of nowhere and points Harry in the right direction.

Lily: I think Myrtle is in love with Harry.

James: *to himself* She has a type then.

Lily: What?

James: Nothing.

Lily: Ew, they look so scary. I wonder who they took for the other champions.

James: Well, look no further. Is this some kind of a joke? They took Ron, Hermione and Cho. I bet he’ll try to save all of them.

Lily: *smiling* Yeah, probably. He takes after you.

Harry takes Ron and tries to save Hermione, too.

James: Called it!

Lily: He will get hurt while trying to save everything and everyone.

James: A true Gryffindor and a Potter, unnecessary bravery and the need to save everything.

Lily: Oh finally Cedric arrived. Why isn’t Harry going to the surface?

James: Just in case Krum and Fleur don’t come.

Lily: He took the song way too literally.

James: What the fuck did Krum do to himself?

Lily: A really bad transfiguration attempt.

James: *cockily* Amateur.

Lily: I don’t think Fleur is coming.

James: Fucking hell. Just go up Harry.

Lily: He is threatening the merpeople. Marvellous.

James: Oh, yeah, he really shouldn’t do that.

Lily: They are letting him save her?

James: *shocked* They are. But he will come in last. 

Lily: I don’t care. His heart is too pure for the life he is living.

James: The effect of Gillyweed is wearing off, he will drown.

Lily: Come on baby, come on a little bit more.

James: Harry, come on son. Yes!

Lily: *breathing again* I think I died again.

James: *angrily* Too soon.

Lily: It’s been thirteen years.

James: Still, too soon.

Points are being announced.

Lily: Cedric got 47, well he came in first so that makes sense.

James: I can’t believe they gave Krum 40. That fuck up of a transfiguration didn’t deserve anything.

Lily: He saved Hermione nevertheless, don’t be so bitter.

James: I’m not bitter

Lily: They gave him 45 POINTS for moral fibre. Merpeople talked to the judges. 

James: What the hell? How does each and every magical creature love this kid?

Lily: Who cares? He is tied in first place with Cedric.

James: *excitedly* He is! Isn’t he? Youngest wizard to win the Triwizard Tournament, I tell you. 

Lily: Like he needs anymore legacy.

James: Well he doesn’t but shit happens.

Lily: I need to mentally prepare myself for the third task Jamie.

James: I mean I don’t think the third task can be worse then the Hungarian Horntail.

Lily: You are talking way too early again.

James: Fucking– I take it back, okay? I take it back.

Happy birthday to...

I want to take you back to this day, February 17th, 2011. I, a mere child, was sitting in my AP Language and Composition class at 7:45 in the morning, and I had an idea. 

That idea shifted a lot over the past six years. I consistently maintain that the only detail that has never changed is Liam’s birthday, year inclusive. Some things have changed more than others (the setting used to be a boarding school rather than the island nation that gives the series its name; Rowan didn’t have parents; Em wasn’t an O’Dea) but some things have been weirdly consistent (their Enlightenments; the eventual canon ships (but hey just because I know, you do you, ship whoever you want, just tell me because I’m dead curious)). 

The most prominent consistency is the core group of characters - Callie, Kaya, Liam, and Sam. The four of them have been narrators since the beginning of draft one. (There were two other narrators in the first version, Stella-Maria d’Angelou and Cameron Johnson - both of whom you’ll notice no longer exist.) 

A lot of things have happened in the past six years, both to the book and to me (I acquired an entire university degree?). I’ve re-written this book, from scratch, 17 times for a grand total of well over 1,700,000 words. But this is the first version I’ve shared with an audience. And in deference to that, although book two is not done yet, the prologue chapter is available below…

Lucittia (Book Two): The Immortal Woman

(Warning: There are very serious spoilers for the end of book one in this prologue. Proceed with caution) 


365 days of rory gilmore: day 60
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Chapter 19: Episode 9

           In just a few minutes, I’d gone from completely numb, to feeling the dull throb of sensation in my hands again. My toes curled against the floor as his hands moved over my calves, making a light friction to warm the skin. I wondered how he knew to do that. He always seemed so lost, so forgotten… Now he’s taking care of me. When did he learn all that?

           “You need a drink,” he said, halfheartedly. “In more ways than one.”

           I slid my eyes off to the side. I almost wanted to do it. I would have, if he’d offered, but he didn’t. Maybe he knew that, too. “Were you asleep?” I asked him quietly.

           He paused in his motions for just a moment. “I was. But it doesn’t matter.”

           “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I didn’t know it was so late.”

           “Where were you, Laney?”

           “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Out, I guess.” He made a snorting noise, continuing to rub my leg and I bit my lip. “I’m sorry.”

           “Don’t apologize,” he said and I reached out, touching my fingers to his cheek, guiding his face up to mine.

           “I mean it,” I said. “Please accept it. I need someone to accept it. I have to say sorry. I’ve done so much wrong.”

           “You?” He asked.

           “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m not perfect, Klein. I never was.”

           His eyes lowered, settling on my lips, and I felt this heat rising in my chest. “Sorry to sow the seeds of discord, but I have to disagree.”

           “You’re wrong.” My voice was so low now, that I could hardly hear it, but it seemed to be loud enough for him. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe that’s why he was moving closer. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know why I came here.”

           His words were like a breath, almost silent, moving. “Yes you do.”

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Chapter 19: Episode 6

           “Laney please,” he begged. “Please tell me. I don’t like when you go quiet, and I hate to see you in pain.”

           “I’m not. I’m fine. I’m just stressed, is all,” I replied.

           “If there is something I can do to make it better for you, then tell me”

           “Another Italian getaway?” I smirked, but it was gone quickly. “You can’t buy a solution to all your problems, Roen.”

           “Ouch,” he said, and he did look hurt. I instantly felt bad, and it almost made me happy. Happy because at least I could still feel a pang of guilt and regret.

           “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m frustrated.”

           “You have been. I’m starting to think maybe it’s not just a coincidence.”

           “What do you mean?” I asked.

           “Laney, honestly,” he said. “You’ve only been like this since we’ve been together.”

           “No,” I said instantly, shaking my head. “It has nothing to do with you. You’ve been nothing but amazing to me.”

           “It’s important that I am,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “Your happiness is all that matters to me.”

           My gaze searched his, it was deep, as it had always been, but I was too shallow now to take it all in. “Why?” I whispered.

           “Do you really not know?”

           I shook my head again and he leaned in, touching his lips to mine.

           “I thought it was obvious from the start. I love you, Laney.”

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Chapter 19: Episode 8

           I had lost hours. When I left the penthouse, it was nearing eight. Now, I couldn’t be sure. The city streets had emptied, the only tram still running was the main line, and the shops were long closed.

           I don’t know where they went; the hours. I don’t know what I’d done in them. The only thing I remembered was the moment I wound up there, when the metallic echoes of my knock brought me to my senses. I was tired, my breath ragged, my body cold. I couldn’t feel my toes; either from the temperature, or all the walking, I didn’t know. My throat was raw and scratchy, and I couldn’t find the words to say when he opened the door.

           “Laney?” He said, sounding shocked. “What are you doing here, it’s 3AM?”

           “Is it?” I whispered. I felt like collapsing, but his hands were on my arms, pulling me inside, and for the first time… in hours… I remembered warmth.

           “You’re ice cold, what have you been doing?”

           I shook my head. I didn’t know. I didn’t have an answer to give him. “Everything hurts, Klein,” I muttered. He took me in, and there was recognition there he’d never had before.

           Is it because…?

           “Come on,” he said. He pulled me into the kitchen, turning on the dull lights above the cupboards. It made an annoying hiss, and continued to buzz, low and monotonous. He took my scarf and coat, hung them over the back of the folding kitchen chair, and guided me down. I sat, my eyes locking on the unkempt wooden floorboards, with their loose nails and barely-there strips of old, weathered paint. He took my heels off, first the left, then the right, dropped them in a little pile under the table. “You’ll be lucky if you don’t get pneumonia doing shit like this.”

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