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Cold air brushed past Jessica's ears as she leant over the large stone arch which acted as a window for the castle’s Owlery. She allowed her face to droop down to rest on her hand, and gazed at the scene of daily life below. She had decided not to go to the wedding. She preferred the idea of being able relax, wear comfy, slack clothes and have some quieter time to herself. At first she had been set on exploration of the Hogwarts corridors, but when she failed to find anything new, she pushed the limits of her bravery and began to climb the first set of stairs she found that went up. She hadn't meant to stay for as long as she already ha

[Full title - Of Romance, Birthdays and Uninvited Guests] ***************************************** “Len, Honey. Wake up a moment, will you?” Though he would never admit it, the blond in question had been awake for hours. The seventeen year old just couldn’t bring himself to get up from the soft covers of the bed in the cabin he and his girlfriend had rented for the weekend. No matter how big the occasion was, he was determined not to open his eyes. “Oh, come on…Len!” “Mmm… five more minutes, Victoria….” Len managed to open his eyes just enough to see her brown hair had fallen over

"Zero?" You knocked on the doors of his office, slightly panicked to why he had called you here. You knew he was in a meeting with the Chinese Federation, but since you had make yourself known to the members of the conference, you wouldn't have long to wait before he asked you to come in. You took the few minutes you had to lean against the door and try and understand why he had called for you. There wasn't anything you had done wrong. Well, on his terms anyway. For the empire, even looking at Zero was practically illegal. You  had only joined the "Dark Knights" a few days ago, after running away from your 'Perfect Britannia  Lifestyle' of

[[PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION FIRST]] *********************************************************************************** 'Air.... give me... air... I can't take it any more... I'm suffocating... the water's too deep and I can't... can't breathe... please..... save me..... save me.... save me.... I can't swim, can't breathe... give m-... let me live... I don't wanna die right now... I hate this feeling... why am I feeling it again... please....please...please... save me, save me, save me... save...' The drowning memories were too much for you to take. As the incoherent thought began to flow through your mind, you gasped and tried to breathe in

Ciel rested his head in his hands. He had found the only quiet place in his house, the office and was adamant not to leave it for anything. The day had taken another turn, and this one was even more unexpected than the last events. In fact he would never have expected Sebastian, for all the hell of a butler he is, to do the things he had done less than an hour ago. He wasn't thinking about the fact his servant had locked a woman and two teenage boys in the basement. He wasn't thinking about the fact that the famous, never faltering "Phantomhive Hospitality" was ruined. He was thinking about something even worse. 'Sebastian... Sebastian made

The truth and believes are never the same. In fact, they're the complete opposite.  Although, as a species, we humans try our hardest to convince ourselves that our beliefs are true. For the most part it works. Even I was able to tell myself that my problems weren't real. During my life I lost my brother, and I told myself he was safe now, happy. After that I got into a bad habit of lying to myself. Even now, in death I lie to myself, but I know that I'm doing it. I know what truth is, I know it stings, and I know that most humans never know what honesty is. I - "Snap out of it, Wright! Do you want to pass this exam or not?!" The loud shout

"Are you sure you should be standing on the chair like that?" You said, watching as the blond boy in front of you perch onto of the wooden chair. He was trying to pin up a banner to the back wall of the hallway, just in front of your door. "I don't have a choice, do I? He'll be home any minute now!" Kaito had been on tour for the past month, and was coming home today. Len had convinced you to help him make a banner to celebrate his arrival. The making of it had been fun, you had always loved painting and gluing and colouring, but now, watching him standing on the chair you were having second thoughts. "Just hand me that tack." Len pointed,