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and self-taught. Building stone by stone was the dream of his, and has been doing for the past 40 years. His achievement has been so great that even the New York MoMa museum has exhibited his work in their rooms. The fact is that the mentioned cathedral is only 20 minutes from Madrid, in a population where there is nothing but planes, which every five minutes over the rooftops of the houses due to the proximity the airport. But here, suddenly, rises the immense establishment of a madman or a visionary (I swear that I no longer know.) People from all over the world pilgrimage there every weekend to admire what can LLEgar to one man do if he tries. After many years I thought, I finally decided yesterday to go ..... and ... I swear that I could not describe the feeling that seizes you. I gave up wanting to mourn.

So as I am not able to describe it, I leave a video and a link to Wikipedia so you can see what I'm talking about.

If someone runs one day in Madrid ... do not hesitate. I think the penalty is as good as any museum or monument either. Perhaps more ...


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Oh, God ... I have very left all this and the f-list. But I'm not unemployed. First I took a trip (but I do not comment maso will draw eyes to both the joke with this), then landed with the time stuck to the ass because I had to have everything ready before taking holidays. After the elejoteras and Co. on Friday I got drunk (well, correction: I got drunk bebíay them and drank, but I did not catch a fart and Patras. I'm an alcoholic. definitely), and finally, after two hours of jam, a surreal phone conversation CHTMlove from downstairs, but I do not answer because the house is dark and it's fun to hide from them. The floor is wood and it looks wet, but I'm walking to go to another room. Suddenly, one of the tables gives way under my feet and the floor collapses. Then I feel someone grab me and when I realize what happened, I see that my grandfather got me caught in her arms. Big time ... I think I was four years. 9. Is There Anything That has made you unhappy These Days? The truth is no. I am a happy person? I guess if you've been bad seasons in the past, most enjoy a goodXDDDDDDDDDDDDD ediable Nah, a great aunt too ill to love her and I reach an entente cordial in the fandom, P 15. Would you rather be single and rich or poor But married? I have it very clear: single and covered first and poor married later (when you have lost all my money and need cuddling cuddle and comforted me hahahaha) Note to Messrs. who have done this meme: remember that the single state need not be eternal, like the marriage. Thanks.

16. That Name a food you absolutely hate. The cucumbers and squash. I can not handle them. And anything that involves a lot of blood floating in my bowl. 17. What's better, or to Give to Receive?

Mmmm .... Why everything is black and white in this form? Without an option, the other could not exist, I fear.

18. Oldest What is your userpic and why has it Survived Others When You deleted? sure what I still am not a big fan of changing all the time and not take so long on this.

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anything, why deny it, haha), just Cronch!, twilight moments sex with paranormal powers, and some went as appearing and disappearing for days, commitment, desire and fatigue. But all great. As it was in this virgin of those left on the internet, I can say I repeat now that I am deflowered. Let's see if we do it in September, which is organizing Dry. So far, the news of the

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, as they say in my country.

Anyway, it's summer. July, to be exact. And I always feel a catharsis at this time of year. Interestingly, I'm not making plans for the new year (you know, that stuff's good intentions when you have a blank year

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mately.

"But we must lead by example. It is a mistake to distinguish
as they do, "argued Molly.


"They had no trouble distinguishing in the past, George hue. Do not be fooled now that they should do Paripe.

What really considered a grievance was being invited, and when George made it clear, crystal, would not consent to their parents to attend this event ("They killed your son!" If you go, do not expect me ") whole family got into a discussion on how to solve it. Someone had to go, that was clear. But who? "Let go," suggested Ginny Percy suddenly, when everyone had lost hope of reaching an agreement.


Eight pairs of eyes fell on her and the redhead she nearly choked on his coffee.


-will be a joke ...

"No, it's perfect! Ron exclaimed. Go you and you get to Harry. It is the perfect answer to his invitation.
Harry would not go to that wedding ever.
"If you ask him, go.

The band is playing to entertain the guests while the bride and groom arrive. Although it is October heat ray, and Harristalinos blue eyes.
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Ginevra ... "he says in a cold tone, stiff as a wire while elegantly stretched arm to shake his hand. How he hates to use his full name. Your full name sounds to problems, his mother's scolding or really serious issues. Is tempted to correct it, but had been too rude. Prefer to continue talking. We're glad you came. It is an honor for us to have guests.

uncomfortable. Something in the eyes of Narcissa says he suspects she is aware of the outcome that was the last battle at Hogwarts. The two I know, but there is no motivation or confidence to talk about it.

and be so serious, "he says, say, not knowing what words are appropriate in such a situation.

- Who are you? Astoria asks sharply. What do you want? I told you outta.

exactly like Malfoy ...

-Say you're in luck and I'm an angel who has come to rescue. Astoria

stop mourn. Squints and looks up and down with disdain and coldness. Seems to have recognized who is ahead.

"You're a Weasley ... I said you were coming, but I do not believe it.

And you're a Malfoy, no doubt about italfoy not considered worthy of his son.

"Whatever," replies Slytherin girl with jingle.

Angry with herself, she turns away and opens the door. Now. Leaves. And you can fell the sky above with all its stars, who do not think wasting a single minute in Astoria GREENGRID help.

But when you're already halfway out, four words, four discouraging words, the force stopped short.

"He does not want me ...

The redhead turns to see the desolation in the eyes of Astoria. Two deep blue eyes by thick tears falling down her flushed cheekLXC - and everything! To you ... To you you have not been bred to have an arranged marriage! Your parents do not care clothe with second-hand clothes!

Touché.

Then clench your teeth and feel like across the face. Has gone too far and those words sound too Malfoy, Slytherin deeply. Again flirting with the idea of going and once again feel foolish trying to talk sense to those who refuse to reason.

But Astoria seems to understand that has crossed the fine line between confidence of political correctness, because then says

-did not mean to offend. You know what I mean.

Cnríe. On one side, a curvilinear smile is a warning of what comes next, but Ginny does not know yet. The very idea makes you tickle parties did not know existed.

leans forward, dodging the dress that makes a barrier between it and the red of his desire, and a hand grabs Ginny's head to sink their lips in a kiss. Soft first, needy and violent then kisses her hard Astoria, seeking his tongue, wild, because for the first time doing something you really want. What she encouraged him to do.

A shiver runs through the back of the redhead. Stabbing traitor. Attempts to move, get away from the kiss, but can not. It has been thatrde below the white tulle. Astoria arches his body to rest your head against the mirror. Squeeze your eyes and says his name aloud. Sounds strange and erotic at the same time.

- Ginevra ...

-Ginny-corrects again. What's mania with Ginevra

...

The Slytherin grits his teeth and hissing like a snake pants. Ginny still stroking and eats like a lion, while he asks the ear if you like what you are doing. For answer gets another gasp, so I think that after all must be on the right track. Mostly because her moans intensify, and your stomach tightens like the stringsa guitar before your body to relax completely, indicating that the tune that plays over. Astoria is then bites her lip, and looks bewildered. His eyes twinkle at the memory of who is ahead. Think, in short, just to fuck a Gryffindor and that is far worse than letting a Malfoy planted. You blush and lower basin. And up the nose, very dignified. Shoulder block. Walk safe. He turns away and returns to look in the mirror to get the dress.

"Not a word of it, Weasley," he says, squinting in anger.

"Honey, are you there?

The two girls turn thehead. Look at the door. Scared to death. Astoria is unkempt, has the makeup smeared after crying and rosy cheeks for another run that has nothing to do with the tears.

"It's my mother," she whispers. Hide!

The only place that comes to mind is the toilet. The redhead hides when the door is open. Astoria disguises, pretending to be primping in the mirror.

- Astoria! Can you tell us what are you doing here? Mother-trona upon entering. Everyone is waiting for you! Ginny

silent, listening. Probably she has lowered her head, accepting their fate with resignation, claiming moreElto long run and similarly, hastily, clutching her dress with both hands to avoid tripping over him in his little walk to the altar. But before he has pushed against the door, he gave a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear is what I should have said from the beginning.

"Thank you," he said. Something a Slytherin never would tell a Gryffindor, unless you really feel or who had drunk from it completely. And Astoria is gone, drunk as a liquor Cuba sweeter on this earth: the Ginevra.

The invisible friend femslashero miss_black91 requested a Lily / Bella.

As some know, long ago that this idea was around my head. I've given a thousand turns. Has long been gathering dust in my head. Then, on my computer. At first I did not dare to write it and then had to fit what I wrote did not like a horn. In short: it was unbearable to me because these things are great (I have no problems with recognition) and it is the first time I write something of this caliber.

Bellatrix and I do not llevam well. The drama gives me bad. The anxiety I feel worse. Terror is not my thing. And in my fics there are always hints of humor, laughter, flowers, hearts and other toy items. But, hey, here it is. I managed to write something a little more dark, and I want to be brave enough to publish it. If anything, this literary suicide I submit that due to the fact that sometimes I need to try new things. And you do not like, do not look, ea!

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A risk that I tachéis of mental degenerate, and to warn mariners that has everything: rating for adults, Femslash, angst, drama, profanity, violence and certain dyes necrophilia (yes, you readBut, equally, your help has helped me a lot and deserves applause for it. Rinse all that was necessary to clarify, I proceed to leave the fic ...

Title: Causa Mortis

Fandom: Harry Potter

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Bellatrix / Lily

Gender:

drama / angst Extension: one-shot

Warnings: ALL. Only older

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was time. Oh, I could not believe it had been so easy, so ridiculously simple. Those stupid wizards and confident, always thinking that his courage was pathetic enough to save them. But this time nothing and no one would be able to protect them. This time was near, more than ever, just a few steps separating him from crushing the last stone in his way. "But ...

Lord Voldemort stopped in his tracks. Were just two seconds in which to lay her dark eyes on hers, Bellatrix knew he was wrong. I could feel the silence in the room, thick, alive, palpable, a silence so intense that you soaked to the skin and forcesl barrel of his chest, waiting for a signal. It was difficult, but managed to wait patiently, watching for any movement to occur within the Potter's house. Just seconds later, an explosion of green murderer hit the glass of the windows downstairs.

That was it: the first weed had been torn.

The traitor of James Potter was dead. DEAD.

Bella laughed with all his might, and in the interior of the house, joined Lord Voldemort joy. His laughter, devoid of life, froze everything in its path as his body floating rose to climb to the second floor. - You! He shouted when he saw Lily, who had pressed her son coza hanging over the roof of the Potter. Smiled pleased with the haunting loneliness of the road and a few seconds later he again saw flash of green light that made his heart pumped hard. This time he had been on the second floor. riddance, small .

Then something strange happened. Bella frowned when he saw a third glow immediately after the second. Three

. Ray had been three, not two, as she had been waiting to happen. A wave of unbridled pride ran through her body to understand what had happened. None had been able to understand the vehement opposition of Snape. His stammer, the aspavieadolescents accessing their wishes not to kill the Dirty Blood. Incomprehensible. He had never agreed to any of your prayers and yet now he was awarded the stupid desire to Snape, of all people.

But it was not just jealousy that had awakened him inconceivable that episode, but was convinced that Lily Potter could cause problems. Alone or with the traitor of her husband, was not trustworthy. Therefore could not pass up a triumphant smile when I see the three rays, he realized that Mudblood had also fallen.

The Lord had fulfilled the purposes of his fate and the idea of witnessing the desperation of Severus Snape was absolutely delicious. I could not wait to seeand tried to help him. Dead or alive, still had a pride to protect. Then opted to give a strong kick in the hip. His body did not move, but there was no protest, and the pallor of her face hinted that life was leaving him little by little, as the thief who is fighting to get through the back door carrying a very heavy loot. His skin was beginning to be blue, and one of his eyelids, semi, it held the target of an eye that did not look at any particular location. He smiled with relief was dead, could not be otherwise.

Bellatrix hit the palm of your hand with the wand as a teacher would have to rule that a student plans to flog. He walked in circles, enjoying the view dnda plant. I was sure.

can not.

She froze, trying to find a reasonable explanation for life to manifest bellowed. But she had seen! He had seen three rays! Three! Three Avada Kedavra!

Bella's eyes opened wide. If the child was alive was because something had cut short his plans, something unexpected that had not provided with sufficient caution. He ran upstairs, nervous, terrified by the anvil of panic in her stomach was so heavy that annihilated its always determined steps. followed the cries of the creature and finally entered the bedroom. There it was. There was the body of Lily Evans, the wife of Jam. Frantically looked everywhere and a white stained red veins around his pupil.

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus.

and stuffed animals ... The Possessed stuffed animals that had probably bought the Potter to make your child smile. Smiling ... he thought he saw one of them was spending one of those stupid smiles on those sweet lips sewn to its spongy and fluffy head.

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus.

believed mad. The idea of reducing dust that tender child's room began to grow inside. It was ironic that his Lord had met his end there. Refused to believe it. He took a few unsteady steps and his feet stumbled over a small broom. Cried your heart outsought whence the sound and fixed his eyes on a doll-shaped clock. He was wearing a wizard robe and tilted his head like a robot from side to side, while his plastic lips opened to sing the same words:

Lumus, Lumus, Lumus

.

His heart gave a drum roll. Tired of this circus, pointed the wand and threw a fire

which reduced to ashes by burning paint wall hanging.

- My Lord! -Cry again, wandering aimlessly around the room and turning everything in its path. Books, toys, papers on the floor collapsed under the weight of his wrath.

walked back to the window, beside which was the cradlena mother for her child. As if two parts of a whole is involved, a white light illuminated Lily Potter and a thick cloud of the same color left his body lying on the carpet.

daze, what was already a reflection of the soul of Lily, tried to be felt, but his hands were met with a disembodied mass. In the depths of his being he knew, but now had been able to ascertain she was dead.

Lily looked to the right and found that hooded figure. Tall, slender, his face partially covered and those gestures canine, a dog sniffing for prey. She stifled a groan when he realized who it was. He remembered the Longbottom, their perpetual stay in the hospital, how he had been tortured toCerles losing her sanity. He also reminded the magicians whom he had killed with that wand demonized, smeared with blood and suffering of many victims who had executed her. Excessive cruelty was comparable to that of Voldemort himself, and could only be a reason for her to be there: kill Harry, murder his only son if she could not stop it.

momentarily paralyzed by fear when he saw Bellatrix's hands had grasped the bars of the crib. The was squeezing so tightly that his knuckles had been white. Determined to defend his son, stood between the Death Eaters and the small bed.

- Get away from it! He shouted to two feet deseaba while Harry appreciate their presence crouched beside her and began to whisper kind words in his ear.

-Quiet, small, quiet, "he said, not believing what she was saying. Everything will be alright. Mom is here, my life. Mom is here ... And it will prevent you from getting hurt. She is never going to leave.

The baby's crying intensified when they noticed the warm and heavy breathing of Bellatrix licking her face. The Death Eater felt like strangling him with his own hands, manually complete the mission that his Lord had begun. Longed for the glory, it is her who fulfill the designs of the greatest wizard of all time. He had given his life to Voldemort and would not allowa brat who ruined his reign now that were so close to doing. But seeking revenge, as if doing choke off to confess what had happened minutes earlier. He stretched his arms and directed, taut as a wire, into the fragile neck of the child.

- NO! Lily yelled, in despair.

But then Harry raised his small little arms in a plea to take it into his lap and the Death Eater's face fell. In his eyes the brightness of panic appeared to him back quickly. Lily immediately understood what had made him recoil. Harry was afraid, afraid to touch her and that made him sigh with relief. Bellatrix panic could give them a few minutesvery valuable to someone to come to rescue his son.

If this kid really had ended with a magician as the Dark Lord, what I could do anything with it?, Bella thought. It would be best not to let the touch, closer to a minimum.

forgotten again that she was dead, Lily tried to take the child in his arms to protect his chest, but when you try to hug her hands together in the air through the tiny baby's body. Startled, she turned to face Bellatrix and then saw that gleam in his eyes that could only mean one thing: the Death Eater would not give up. That was the crazed brilliance that preceded the torture he had so often applied to other magicians.

Bellatrix

craved revenge, he could feel. Breathed in that awkward silence that could be cut with a knife, broken only by his breath and cries of his son.

saw that his eyes rested with delight in her, in the body that had left a few minutes ago. I was walking in circles around him, smiling, smiling maniac. Itself was cold, pale, slightly bluish skin for life gradually giving way left to die.

approached Bella and her lips broke into a dangerous grin that had little to do with a smile. "Well, well, look at this," he heard himself say aloud, with mock sweetness. He knew it was

ar his pathetic life with a flick of his wand.

It was late, but could also count, recreation to be the only witness to his fall. So he continued talking loudly, crazy, death while impersonating Harry shout themselves hoarse in his crib.

black eyes rested on him and was glad to see that the child had been incorporated and now was watching the whole scene through the bars. Lily tried to save this horrific vision covering his eyes. But it was useless. Whatever he did, was not going to deprive her son of her dead while Bellatrix mocked her.

"Oh, is not it adorable? Poor creature an orphan, "she told Harry, you should be ashamed, Bloodcide disfigure or shatter every limb of his body, but it was too painful to feel useless and helpless when I was ready to give their soul for the child to survive.

However, Bellatrix was quite eventful. I had always enjoyed torturing his victims to force them to beg for mercy and although Lily was dead, did not care. Seemed to have found a reason to continue torturing and knew that nothing would be able to stop it.

Evans could not feel pain anymore, but your child does. And that was sweet revenge planned by the Death Eater, Harry Potter wanted to suffer, I wanted to destroy the memory of his family, it shattered disfiguring his dead mother. CHTMLX

if he were admiring a painting that she had unfinished finished, adorned with small details that highlighted her beauty. Dam

his schizophrenia and madness admired the work done with great satisfaction, as a painter who finds one masterpiece after years of arduous work. And she was an image so moving that he could not help leaning over her and gently move your index finger down one of the cuts, cleaning the blood with the yolk. A few drops began to slip by him when he was in his mouth and sucked it, tasting the bitter taste.

"Not bad, Sangre Sucia. I always thought that you would more ... unpleasant taste.

"No, no, enough, STOP! "Asked Lily, looking now, incredulousC

- Do not mind him, Harry! Shout with all your strength! "Lily went to his crib and tried to grab the little hand, although the baby could not feel it. Scream, child, please ... "pleaded screams. You have to scream with all your strength to come and save you. Make an effort, do it for Mom. Harry, please ... "Tears ran down her cheeks and landed on the floor of the carpet. It would have given anything for his son could hear.

The baby certainly seemed to try, but the spell had done his homework and his lips were articulated without any sound out of them.

Oblivious to the presence of his mother, Bellatrix took up where he left off and his eyes rested on her underwear. Seeing her comprendThe cute little Harry went to the boy What would you think of this your beloved father?

"I kill, crazy bitch, that's what I would do ...

Bellatrix's hands caressed her body gently, almost tenderly. Her skin was so delicate that he felt chills now that I knew him. Not only had got the baby does not lose detail while his mother was tortured, but now he was subjected to an even greater humiliation and, against all odds, I was really enjoying it. I never dreamed that a Mudblood could make you feel something. The adrenaline rush, tingling in your skin when you touch the silky meat sterile Evans, the need to have their artwork with their propias hands ... temporarily went crazy with that excessive possessiveness, control of the entire body of someone who had starred in the fantasies of many magicians. Lily Potter was his, was at his mercy and was going to do with it what he wanted.

"You like, right? He asked. RIGHT? Tell me what you like, you ungrateful bitch! Screamed, slapped with all his might.

- NO! - tell me!

- Fuck you, Bellatrix!

- my patience are exhausted, dirty blood! TELL ME THAT YOU LIKE!

Again and again, Bella slap the witch, as an inert head turning side to side. Huddled on the floor, Lily grabbed his temples with his hands and hid them in her lap. CHnd eye before pulling back the hood. We again see the faces. You can bet on it.

And without a second thought, jumped to the roof, and closed the window. Defeated, Lily dropped to the floor at the foot of the crib. With a trembling hand grabbed the bars and hit them head while two tears of relief streamed down his cheeks flushed: Harry was safe.

Outside, the shadow of Bellatrix he disappeared into the blackness of a night in which all take place with glee the death of Voldemort. All but the Potter.

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Rowling already have given the note. This woman never gets tired of being in the "candle"

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reject the complaint against the press by the author of Harry Potter

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MADRID .- The same obstacles that the sister of the Princess of Asturias, Telma Ortiz, is finding the author of 'Harry Potter' in their desire to disappear from the media in his country.

The committee responsible for these claims in the United Kingdom has rejected the complaint filed by JK Rowling, author of the greatest saga of 'bestsellers' in everyones lawyers to fool a pencil ...

I really do not understand. Now complains, which is much in the newspapers. Well. Vale. Sometimes journalists are passed (eg, ..) and can even make your life hell. But I do not think that this time is to fly into a rage because, after all, she is a public entity.

What did you expect, Jotaká?

"Sell almost as many copies of Harry Potter and the Bible and then disappear off the map as usual? A bit unrealistic this approach, no? addition, darling with the following paragraph:

"However, the last battle of the boy wizard's creator has not found the same support asdo the house, Rowling? On a Brazilian favela pobración?

Let us be serious, please ...

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adharaphoenix in LJ. Augusta Longbottom is a
/ Minerva McGonagall at the request of
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- Well, it's nothing to be ashamed! You should estar proud, Neville, proud! They gave their health and healing for her only son was ashamed of them, you know!



course I knew, but for some reason that always made him charge down the head. This time was no different. With head bowed, Neville walked behind her, casting furtive glances at his huge bag hooked on her wrist that was swinging back and forth to the rhythm of the mighty footsteps of Augusta Longbottom.

walked for that corridor with white walls where the light came in through large windows that covered the wall. When you reach the next corner, he turned to Mrs. LongbottomLXC

- Calm down, lady ...!

"This discussion ends here. I demand to be released. Me voy!

- But lady ...! -A medimago they gestured to his colleagues to come apart and used to put his hand into the pocket of his robe. He was ready to take your wand and make use of it if the situation so demanded. But he did not touch her time or because a heavy object hit so hard against his head that he could not avoid bending and getting a hand to rub his neck.

- Drop it, degenerate! CH

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- But what ...?

Neville's eyes widened when he realized what had happened. He could not remember, maybe because I had been more aware of the scene that the woman was riding bare feet and white nightgown, but there was his grandmother, with her purse tightly in her hand. The same bag that had fueled the seconds before medimago.

Neville lit a lamp of shame. Just a few steps closer timidly allowed the group, but remained on the side where he had placed the other doctors. None of them paid attention andPlease ... or

- I have spent many years in coming day after day in this hospital and in my life seen such behavior! Trying to attack a patient! You ever seen!

"Grandma ...

- Neville, not now! Can not you see I'm busy?

-Augusta, please, stop it, "ordered an authoritative voice. I appreciate your help, but I have old enough to fend for myself.

Mrs. Longbottom frowned and stopped in surprise. She wrinkled her nose and turned away.

-Minerva ... He exclaimed when he saw who was speaking to her.

Professor McGonagall stood before her with bare feet on cold tile floor. She was pale and looked bad, but his eyes shone with authority.

"Madam, now that we have witnessed the happy event, would it be much trouble to ask that I let go? The stopped-medimago, who was suffering from as strong as Mrs. Longbottom had caught his wrist. Augusta hit a boat, gave her a glare from "boy, does not cause more problems" and loosened his grip allowing the sas two women. Are you a family? Would you please make him understand he has to eat? "He pleaded, desperate, with a spoon in his right hand clutching and swaying in the basin flan.

"Of course. Go away, I'll deal, "agreed Augusta, approaching the bed where she lay Professor McGonagall. She wanted to sing a protest, but Mrs. Longbottom read her thoughts while approaching a chair. Protest all you want, Minerva, but you know you're wrong.

the teacher's eyes rolled in frustration.

-I is required tor help or sympathy, Augusta. Thank you, "he protested.

"That's no doubt I said, placing his bag on the back of the chair. Minerva looked at him with apprehension. Any protest with such gadgets as close to your face ... - and I've never said I needed it. But a little common sense would you not bad. You are behaving like a child.

"My view is in perfect condition. I just need to go back to school.

- What can be more pressing urgency to it, Minerva? "She reasoned.

No school.

Mrs. Longbottom gave him a glare and after several attempts to levitate a spoon, stuck to his commitment and grabbed with his bare hands. But it was useless. McGonagall was not willing to open his mouth. All she got was that the scoop slammed into the corner of his lips.

- For the love of god, this is ridiculous! "Protested in despair Want you please open your mouth and stop acting like a little girl? Never could have imagined this from you, Minerva.

McGonagall's eyes ablaughed wide, just to offend, and, besides, who had asked for help? If you were there was because she wanted. All he needed was to return to the castle and stop the dictatorial delusions now that Dumbledore Dolores Umbridge could not. He pushed the table that he was closing the passage, stood up and walked to the door.

"Well, whatever you want," agreed Augusta. Go. Go back and forget you're still sick. But when you pass out in the hallway and fall stunned

, who meditates going to go because I do not want to treat the medimagos then.

Minerva giramp; nbsp;

- How are you? Asked Minerva, and tucked between the sheets, like two seconds before had not behaved like a whimsical little girl.

"As always.

McGonagall nodded head. There was little else to say. His hand went to the table, took the spoon, plunged it into the flan and began to eat in peace. Augusta hid a pleased smile.

Mrs. Longbottom returned the next dayC I did not have time to stop protesting now that was good company. He enjoyed, however, a well-deserved rest after years of working Stakhanovists system and the riots that occurred in the castle brought about by the arrival of Dolores Umbridge. He could not deny that was anxious and worried, but now that it was not so alone, enjoyed the stories always exalted Augusta Longbottom.

One thing led to another. A banal conversation became natural verbosity and shared concerns and problems but McGonagall was not given to confidences, the new bond created between them made him confess to the inevitable.

CHTMLand Minerva was the most convenient stay.

"Soon," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice that McGonagall did not pass unnoticed. Sooner than you think.

His hand rested gently on his. It was the first contact they had ever had. And perhaps this was the heat that suddenly erupted in his chest. Yes, that was, Minerva thought, could not be more than the comfort of an unexpected helping hand that made him feel supported.

"Mrs. McGonagall, the medimago says can you leave when

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I'm more resources and the way I've found an impressive document.

And they say that it is impossible to see slash everywhere .... hehehe ... * Makes happy face * viciosilla

And you know best of all this? That in a sport like football, as subject to homophobia and again and again that there are statements such as "gays should not be part of professional teams," I am very happy that there is a Reinón like this. Because "Habel, Hail", another thing is that they are so obvious or not to hide in the shadows of the locker room. In any case, do not tell me that this man is incredible! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Vinyl Shower Curtains With A Beach Theme

Eeeeh, note that I get bored, right? Yes, that I feared. In any case, thinking, thinking, I have come my reasons for love and worship Shumajer Perla, la, oh, goddess of fandom slasher. And I wanted to share with you. I think everyone should have at least one to love her. If you go more proposals are accepted, of course.

Here mine.

10 reasons to love Pearl Shumajer

.1. Her undeniable talent for worse: have to have talent to create something good quality, but Pearl has taught me that you also have to have talent for bad. And I am convinced thatand to leave us the priceless document of the murder and death of Molly Weasley. Covert. Oblivious to the cheers that were heard to learn that the goddess had turned Shumajer. But her fans and even today are still celebrating their return. Perla A toast! UEA! (As would Julio Iglesias).

3. Improvement over time: it is an author BIG, but that does not mean you do not want to improve and polish his style. Proof of this is the fic cited in the previous section, where we saw improvement. Was substantially more bearable, but not lost that great consideration for their readers which makes it repetitive and mononeuronal solidarity with the reader who does not understand a story toZzzz ........ ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....

.4. His endearing contradictions only a person could write slash Perlita and say he hates homosexuals. But it shows his great character, people! His commitment to society: she hates with all his soul, but she wants to, wants, needs, do something for them, committed to their cause. Conclusion: the infinite holiness of Mother Teresa of Calcutta is nothing compared with the social commitment that wastes Pearl to strive to create these letters of - ugh! - Homosexual theme.

.5. It's easy to be your friend :

If you're a girl, take the first scaleSo a little more fucked up, but do not despair. In the long list of requirements that our author puts it in his biography, we understand that the really important ones are:

a) you're not gay b) ergo, do not be a drug addict (we all know that gays are heavily involved in the electronic music scene and tut, tut, tut, that leads to uncontrolled use of narcotics) c) ergo, do not be delinquent

(the axiom is simple: gay + Narcotics = offender = ergo, the enemy of Pearl)

addition, if you're a guy (holy virgin dry road, make Pearl phallic away from the temptation of the devil!), never touching breast osesor vagina because why deny it? At first this is WRONG greeting: "Hi, Paco, I touch a breast and nipple twist you." "Hi, John, and, rather than shake your hand, almost better give him a brief review your pussy for intimidating as before." No, man, no! Not applicable. Times have changed, but manners are still on earth. It takes a little serious, and Pearl, among all women, has a reputation for decency and care, as no doubt virgin she is.

.6. Perla has criterion:

and good taste. So whatever he likes, mainly large-slash fics, endorses it, the semi plagiarism (only8. It has given new meaning to religious institutions:

in this world where old values are crumbling like a ruined building, Pearl has managed to give a new meaning to obsolete institutions such as marriage. I have seen the light in his ever-legendary phrase "Marry in marriage", which I could not help inspire me to write a fic that I wrote. So, you see, Pearl inspires, ignites your imagination, is an example and model that only the unwary dismissed by not understanding his art.

.9. Laughter: because it makes me laugh and because a long time since I laughed so very much as I did with the Code Shumajer Intruders dedicated to him in the entrance and CHTMLWiki XC (now only available in cache), which appears accompanied by some members of his family. There's Michael Schumacher, the famous racing driver who is only a distant cousin of the family branch Shumajer disdain and slightly modified its name because it sounded more respectable. Pearl and tear your world always get a smile. So from here, I ask the flammers learn to understand the great legacy he has left in the Harry Potter fandom. Pearl forever, yeah!

.10. And last, but most important: because if there was Pearl, would have to invent

. I

Decemberho. What are yours? And now, in tribute to my friends Pearl and slashers, I leave a video-slash super cute I think it greatly simplifies the life of a gay. At least I do not know anyone who has not had a similar evolution:

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Sailboats For Sale In Bc Fandom is dying!

XC

You see, at the time of writing, I have only one Harry Potter fandom, and I do not plan to have another because they simply do not convince me that I see. With others, I do not get to hopping in circles or move alone the dedazo me that I have until I sit down to write to spit the fic that I'm being asked to do. No arguments I get new versions or because incest does not convince me, and because I think those fandoms not leave much room for imagination to be versioned.

Now that JK Rowling has topped his saga, people seem to be moving their interest to other things. From under the stones have left the crazed fangirls

boys Supernatural. And they all have bundled the blanketfanfics that created to alleviate the long and tortuous wait, which gave wings to the imagination in your fanfics, trying to figure out / versioning what would come next, and colored flames that filled the holes left by the author, who went to bookstores the same day the armored trucks brought the desired new release, the squandering and caught the enthusiasm of each other, which invented the slash and Femslash because Rowling was not able to be as guarrota, and twisted porn as we wanted it to be, which he read between the lines and characters plucked from partners that we are canon even though Rowling put the outcry, which is not heard that Dumbledore was gay until he closed the last book cover, a good dayheard from the lips of its author that it was "obvious" that chewed, swallowed and swallowed pages and pages until - at last! Praise be to anyone who has heard my prayers! - Ron and Hermione gave a kiss as well, he shared the pain of Snape, suffered the betrayal of Peter, tore the skin into strips with the death of Sirius, wanted to kill Rowling to read the epilogue .... These
us. The first generation. Those who were there for good and bad, the people who run the dedication will Jotaká left in the seventh book. And I fear that future generations will not be able / know how to maintain the illusion. Among other things, because they are given everything on a plate, then they do, the seven volumes, waitdo they buy them for a good while. They will not have to bite your nails for ten years to know the end. In ten days or less, they will. Not have to slog to reach this epilogue, maybe even disappoint them, because their expectations are not as high as ours (which is what happens when you give everything on a plate). And when it comes to fanfiction.net, to potterfics site or any of them (if ever), will find that we already have invented (almost) everything. I'm not really fire the imagination will be needed as we had to do at the time. It simply read, if they do, but his presence will be like gusts of wind. Come with a dropper, not as we did those of the firstno. I do not think I get on the truck SPN. I am not convinced and motivated me to do so. So I guess I'll finish my fics already started, to stop writing fics for ever but occasionally take a tear missing the golden days. Meanwhile, pray. Yes, but not religious, I will ask the gods to Rowling one day be like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, need money or a reason to stay alive and return to piss off everyone. But also to make it green as I pass a sleepless night. With a coffee in one hand and the new book about the marauders in the other. That is inevitable. Will love and hate, as always happens to me all it does JK Rowling.
And here I end the broadcast until further notice. Sorry por my uncontrollable verbosity. I had to vent!

Monday, June 16, 2008

How To Get Special Poptropica Costumes?

so easy, though the film is far more complex than it is raised), but I leave also:

And here the movie online, although I would recommend finding quality DVD because it's worth because of the way it is filmed. The downside is that it is in French, subtitled in English (making mix! Haha), but if I can find in the native language, I will modify the link. If it is not always the 'piratilla' discharge;) "Able or unable (to see)?

Brazilian Wax Result Pic Hermione, the new face of Chanel

Well, Hermione, but Emma Watson himself.

And although I am of those that separate the lives of its characters, actors still do not understand the anger of parents when Dan came into pellets in that play - I think that this news confirms definitely my suspicions:

Emma Watson is too pretty, too blond, too coiffed, too posh to portray Hermione Granger .

The I say with all due respect, really (my veinticofcof would be a sin to have anything against a teenager who is carving a name in the film world). It's just that I can not imaginera Hermione as the new face of one of the firms BEAUTY in the world ... And it's unfortunate that this is not the fault of the actress, but those who insist subnormal Miss characterized as Hogwarts in 1996 ....

insist that I do not care that Emma is beautiful and I'm glad that you have the opportunity to sign an advertising contract so succulent. But it bothers me greatly that not deface when to play the character of JK Rowling. And it gives me the feeling that the phenomenon Emma Watson fagotizó long ago to the character of Hermione Granger.

I leave the news published

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Side Effects Of Walnuts

few months ago, the Brazilian priest Adelir Antonio de Carli set out to break a record flying with helium balloons . Yes, yes, I swear I'm not joking. It is just as you hear ... So strange, Leonardo da Vinci to modern flight inventing alternative.

But we now know it is not advisable hooked up to a thousand helium balloons (girls: do not even think to do this at home is dangerous!) Because the case is that of Carli Adelir never returned to the mainland and his authorities are still looking.

For those unfamiliar with the strange news, I ask you to see these two videos in order, sohave a greater impact of what happened.

The first talks about his feat and disappearance ....

As you see, the problem is that it has heard nothing of the poor priest who had such good intentions in his feat .... and, of course, have already begun to emerge where speculation may have gone to religious adventurer.

I shall call macabre do not intend to hurt sensibilities, but the truth is that almost crying with laughter when I met suddenly with this:

Where is the father flying?!

So,

Friday, June 13, 2008

Dairy With Chest Infection crackbooh @ 2008-06-13T16:36:00

OMG! Yesterday I found this and I have taken a very important decision in my life:

I WANT, NEED , EAT CEREAL TRIX Bella, liarme to make holes with my Black & Potter driving a Ronald Weasley -ruuum, roooon-Muggle-registered Kansas , refueling at a gas station to change my tires Firenze, park my car and listen to "Mind the gap" before getting on the Hogwarts Express as I sit and devour a handful of Puffs Huffle (rich, rich)

XD Nah ... icons that are quite old, but com

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Rogers Canada Sterling Silver Set Booh: heavy!

I know, I know ... I've gone from not update this ever get three posts in one day. But I have much free time, at least until Monday, when it officially returns to work and I caught the quicksand of the workplace. Until then, it has been said to enjoy!

Several concerns haunt me today and comment on two of them.

one hand, this because, if the rumors (and almost always are), is a myth to me, goodbye, finite. And although I am fully aware that life has an expiration date, dammit! * Kicks * is Paul Newman! and as a fangirl I'm yours I can not take the news as if nothing ... Itthis post , at least the part of our comments, "I demand that you give us NAMES, because we need to start early to make an intensive plan of care of our girls (fill water bottles, crucifixes shine, choose our repertoire, the little things .) I know some but not all, curiosity killed the cat and Booh;) Hala! I do not write for today. I have a dramione to be served, and a life that followed. We see another day.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Piture Of A Vigiana

Like bacon and speed (you could tell me ... and I would spend the smart-ass, sure.) For far more than people think. Anyone who has read this probably be thinking that I have a sort of persecution complex that forces me to make analogies between Harry Potter and Star Wars. But I prefer it tomárais like I had run out of subjects to make an entry, I can not sleep, I wanted and I said: Come, damn, now it is mine, explain with images what you've been thinking. ;

sure someone has already made the comparison and now I come here, giving it to me as original, but in any case, there goes that ye echeis a laugh with me.

The tri-angle of the right or golden trio


so handsome
These guys must save the world from a terrible threat, frightening. Never seen before. The last straw!

are three: two boys and a girl (if Harry / Dan ends up being gay does not count. Remember continue to be a boy, eh. This important point.) So far, so perfect. The one with the hero complex and is destined to redeem all-Muggle included-will not stay with the girl but in return, save the world.

Fun fact: the protagonist is an orphan, lives with his aunt and uncle knows nothing of her past or what the future holds
HTMLXC Important: Note that some use wands and other terrible lightsaber .... Hmmmm .... suspect.
Here:
if you want to know even more similarities between Luke and Harry.



The almighty bad you need to go to a solarium



Uuuuuuuuuh .... But look who you're ugly, son! Well here it is: the bad movie that will bring together around a

lunatics of his followers with the intention of dominating the world. Come on, Voldy, I know a little more original, that story and have told us before!


Darth Vader, the villain, exposed (and with itria bronchitis, as well). I would say is almost as ugly-or more-than Lord Voldemort. coincidences among the bad: the whole personality of both and how they were raised, bred, are almost almost almost nailed . The two seemed destined to do great things, but its future plans is truncated by more "personal", blablabla. Hence, I would say you both need an urgent session solarium.
Differences: Luckily Rowling saved us the drink that Voldemort was Harry's father (I swear I even doubted it briefly), if not we make do with this in the genes ... And then there's the fact that Darth Vader at the end of the sidewalk crosses the good-god rest his soul, as

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Monday, May 19, 2008

Where To Find All The Papers On Poptropica

can be found on my profile ^ ^

fanfiction Indeed, the shot is dedicated to Gaby-ota, which is the true inventor of this pairing and all of LMF know that is his particular obsession haha.

Title:
For all the gold in Gringotts

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing:
Tonks / Fleur Summary:
does not have ... and I'll make the effort ... Warnings: Femslash

"Of all the gold in Gringotts-

have returned to discuss and no longer supports it more. It feels controlled, handcuffed because they never let you get a word with the excuse that their safety is more importante. It is down the stairs two at a time, unlike her tremendously, which always goes down as if the very hand of God was holding his feet (lest they step on the disaster that Adam and Eve that led to glut of apples, of course ...).

But tonight is sick. You need fresh air, wind drag the evil genius who has taken her after the discussion. She is furious and wants to be alone. Open the garden gate, but note that there is already someone there. Distinguishes the bulk of a person hiding in the shadows and only when listening to hiccup and watch with every hiccup the tone of his head moves from electric blue to dark blue, has no doubt who he is.

not hesitate when set hereNo piano. And Fleur, and convinced by the welcoming smile, decided to take a few steps.

knows that the French have never been welcomed by Tonks, but as the feeling is mutual, has not stopped to think what the reason. Maybe it's because I never have understood very well that extravagant girl, friend of the Weasley (go-you-to-know-for-what.) Since

shook hands for the first time, gave him in the nose that was too rough and spontaneous, without style, awkward and too cheerful for your liking. After all, a person who is always joking something has to hide ... That, not to mention his ridiculous hair color, blinking at will like a muggle traffic lights, an automatic pilot or the alarm is triggeredra when there is a fire.

approaches and sits next to him anyway. Unlike Tonks, do not think it will hurt a little company into the night, when it is too late to let off steam with Gabrielle or contact any of her friends.

- Have you discussed? -No or two seconds it takes to ask. He says he has heard the screams. And Tonks is very clear that that argument did not sound like nothing more, nothing less than a married couple. Could not be Arthur and Molly, because the fights they have a stale taste to wine barrels locked in for years.

Looking back, the Veela can not prevent you form a knot in the stomach. It's for the war that has everyone nerprevious studies, although a few days ago was at the altar, giving the "I do" with a smile brighter than the Patronus that once out of the wand Tonks. Fleur

nods, but do not know why. He did not even want to talk about it, much less with Tonks, who after having fought with gardenias now seems to be at war with the pocket of his robe. Put your hand, takes it, gets tangled with the backing looking for Merlin knows what.

-Ten, "he said finally, holding a handkerchief for fear that the stomach knot and dispose Fleur cock

break to mourn. Smile, but does away without looking. Tonks seems too busy watching the moon. It is as if searching for an unknown spell (oalso hurt that even the hinges protested. Then in the hall, seemed to have seen a red tuft indiscreetly peek through a door. That may have been Molly (always spying), but, really, in that house could have been either: not all the blame is always the mother.

"Yeah, I know," Tonks answered honestly, even with a drought that is not her own.

not know what should be the openness of the response. A normal reaction would have been to say "I'm fine." That's it. Deny everything, perhaps surreptitiously Fleur mock or continue watching the moon with the hope that she tells him that

right. Will return in the morning, sore, but alive. CHTMan to do something teghrible!

turn, Fleur is wondering what the hell has happened or how it is possible that in her breast pump so restless that organ. The is annoying!

Seghe mejogh He ... come back, "says the blonde in a thread of voice. -Bill ... he ...

"Yes ..." replied Tonks is trying to hide that they are so embarrassed as she. "I'm sure you're looking for.

Dawn observes walk the narrow path where garden gnomes play when the sun sets. His steps are baby steps, now fixing. Tender, as an insecure girl. To think, smile with fun and see how soon turns Fleur reach the entrance. Interestingly, she gives a smile girl

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

If Your Poptrpica Is Locked New Meme

This is only because sandra_kev forced me well have fun together. Nothing is easy, a silly game. Say something funny, interesting and super deep on the existence and life, but make no mistake: I am not to ramble and you have not come here to bore you. Besides, I still have the sensitivity and the muse travel through the pipes of my mind. To see if one day I dive and "fished" to both, I have so tired tourist route.

There goes the little game of evil

The thing is simple, answer these questions about you in a comm

Monday, May 12, 2008

If Your Poptropica Is Locked And What Happens

updated often and, frankly, just spend time at home, so that poor enchanted mirror could rest from time to time.

- How is my hair? She asked flirtatiously pulling one of his golden locks.
-Clean, bright and shiny, sir.
frowned and looked at his reflection positions with arms akimbo.
"That's not what I've taught. What do you say? Mirror sighed again wearily. I was tired of such interpretation. As much as I would like to modify that script default, always insisted that he continue his strange script, step by step.
"Okay, okay," he gave the mirror. He sighed deeply and said: "Clean, brightnesssome oriental touch and will match the color of your brunette hair.
- Calla, insolent! I said it's a grain! "If you say so, my lord ...
- Do you dare contradict me?
"Nothing beyond my modest intentions, love. You said that ...

- ... I said that is not a grain, is a lump. I'm a sexy and exotic, "she said, contemplating that horrible shin between the eyes, with upturned nose.

"The fault is mine, love, should have been noted before that I find so attractive. -Y matches the color of my brunette hair. Have you noticed?

"Yes, sir, you are absolutelyreason.

"That was sarcasm? He arched an eyebrow suspiciously, but seeing the mirror blank face smiled with satisfaction, as if he had an idea.

"Let the terrifying scream.

Mirror rolled her eyes. Not again ...

"But my lord ... we've done three times this morning ...

- Do not talk back, reflective object absurd! I gave you an order! Return to contradict all the nerve. Do you refuse to please your master? I shall leave to pieces and not your children can recognize! "He took the wand, which trembled in his hand furiously.

Mirror muttered, his eyes told him that he was prepared and counted to three. C

Sunday, May 4, 2008

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Friday, May 2, 2008

Writing A Completion Ofcommunity Service Letter

s are voluntarily long time ago lost count.

Now I have within me a devouring emptiness that only satisfies your body pressed against mine. At night I see the silhouette of a man who, on an empty road and a deserted landscape, walking behind a hearse. And it's you who has the chariot burial to be away from me.


not want to attend your cremation; not want to receive a jar of your ashes. I will not mourn your death or hear the bell tolls for thee.
the voice I hear whispers of the past moments that have either forgotten. I love you, I say, I love you so I do not understand how you are so underrepresented in what I writewas able to sing. "Gather to Romeo and Juliet
. We return to the pit * .
walked After defeated, his foot stumbled on the emotion contained before entering the police car.
- A police station, sir? The driver asked as he started the engine. "No," emphatically, categorically. "Take me home. Today I will spend the day with my wife.
The car started and Commissioner wiped a tear with the back of one hand. In the other, on tight.

* pit, Spain, meaning "work" in the vernacular. I was in line with crude expressions polices.

The philosopher Andre Gorz wrote a letter to his wife, Dorine, shortly before her suicide. She was terminally ill and neither was willing to survive the death of another. The letter that you wrote is published in a book with the same name as the original, and is the story of a love of 60 years. I just could not resist and he inspired me to write this story, though, evidently, the real gives it a thousand turns.

I hope you liked it. I was very touched when I read it.

Monday, April 28, 2008

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Nothing, as I played this on the LJ albaclara , I now I have to post it here. Leave a request and I will answer the questions ... but ... taking into account the "much" (ahem) I use the Lj I fear that few requests will XD. In any case, here it is:


1. I'll tell you why I added to my f-list.
2. Will associate you with something.
3. I'll tell you something I like about you.
4. I'll explain a memory that I keep
5. You will relate to a character or pairing .
6. I'll ask you something I always wanted

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