freedomafterlife

~Apples & Lions~ Dusk would have to be the most opportune time of the day, simply because Mrs Weasley is too busy fussing over dinner to worry about a few people disappearing to their bedrooms for a while. In fact, the less people to get in her way the better. Especially when it is less than a week before Bill and Fleur's wedding. Tonight is no different, as I manage to sneak out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Tiptoeing as quietly as possible, I am able to make my way into Ron's room without being noticed. With a sigh of relief, I turn around to see walls of orange from the many Chudley Cannons posters surrounding me. Books, clothes, owl

~The Watcher and the Heart~ As the wintry Bristol wind blew a gale across the prairie, I sit by my fireplace, tired and weary. Though my body aches for the liberation of sleep, dreams elude me. With bloodshot eyes, I stare into the glowing flames that dance like the gypsies of old, devouring the wood with relish. The crackling of the blaze is obscured by the sound of the tempest that rallies outside the glazed windows, creating eerie thuds and bumps that set one's teeth on edge. As my deprived state shifts to utter exhaustion, the battle to stay conscious is lost and I drift into oblivion. ~~~ I awake with a start, the uncontrollable sense