PsychEmpress

There's a shop down the street, where they sell plastic rings, for a quarter a piece, I swear it. Yeah, I know that it's cheap, not like gold in your dreams, but I hope that you'll still wear it. George sighed, once again grabbing the small velvet box from his pocket. He opened it, and looked at the ring in distain. It was simple, just a small metal band with a small stone in the center. He wanted so much better for her, and even with the joke shop doing so well, he just did not have the money to buy a fancy ring. He knew she wouldn’t care whether or not the ring was fancy, but he was still embarrassed about it. “Will you stop s

Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7. In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession

The battle of Hogwarts was just starting, and you were rushing around, hexing everything that was a foe. And in this battle, there were many. Voldemort wanted Harry, but he was a good friend of yours, and you were doing everything you could to keep the enemies at bay. With every flick of your wrist, another enemy was down, but you couldn’t hold them off for too much longer. They were getting closer and closer to Hogwarts, and you saw more of your allies falling. You were tempted to run, there was so much blood and the air reeked of death, but you were a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors were supposed to be brave. A red head appeared next to

You walked silently hand in hand through the rubble. Broken bits of Hogwarts scattered the floor and the cries of those who had lost someone punctuated the air. Apart from the cries of the man next to you. Continuing to move away from the wreckage you eventually reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. “We got a few detentions from going in there.” Almost jumping at the sound of his voice you turned and looked at the forlorn expression on George’s face. Unsure of what to say you held his hand even tighter. Looking up into his brown eyes you noticed that they held many mixed emotions; upset, grief, anger, confusion. George

 You sat with your back pressed up to a tree near the Black Lake. Glorious summer sunshine beat down and you had free time before dinner.  A Charms textbook was on your knee whilst your school bag lay to the side. You had removed your tie and undone your top button; (h/c) hair was pulled into a loose ponytail at the nape of your neck. A shadow fell on the book and instantly you knew who it was. “George Weasley don’t you dare.” The red head stopped in his tracks, a smile spread across his face as he looked at the top of your head. How you did it he would never know but you were able to predict when he was up to no good. The