Whisperwings

This shouldn't have been this hard. She knew it shouldn't have been this hard. It wouldn't work. They both knew it. There was no way to bridge the gap between them. Not with her life as a princess, not with him being…whatever he'd be. He'd been fighting this secret war for so long he didn't have a profession. It was his life now. He was good at being a leader, but he'd never be the right material to be a prince. Even if she had the ability to change the rule that only nobility could marry into the royal family. She knew this wasn't going to work. Not when they annoyed each other more than they got along. Not when he hated her for her r

A girl already wearing her Ravenclaw uniform was slowly making her way down the crowded hall of the train. Students were milling about to find friends and exchange their stories of the holidays and she was having a hard time doing so. Finally, she was forced to stop and lean against the window and wait for the woman with the cart of candy go by, the crowd parting. Sirius, leaning in the doorway to his compartment, grinned at the girl. "Bored?" "To tears. Not that you'd care." She answered in a flat voice. Sirius had to sigh. He was used to the girls at Hogwarts tripping over themselves to even get him to notice them. He reveled in the attent

Prologue A comet flew across the sky, one of the most magnificent things one could ever see. And now it was flying slowly right by the moon. Then, right in view, came a hand. A black leather gloved hand, holding onto what appeared to be a magnificent amulet. As the comet drew nearer and nearer to the edge of the full moon, the amulet separated into three rings. Each inside the other. And each began to spin on its own. Soon all you could see was a red gem sitting in the center. And the man holding the amulet spoke. "Ab ovo…in toto…nil desperandum…sine die…" The man's face is then revealed in the light of the moon. It was

I lost track of time as we walked. I was too busy wallowing in self-pity to bother being social, so Nia and Charlie hung out together a little in front of me. I don’t have the greatest sense of direction, so Charlie had once again taken the lead. I left them to it, thinking my own thoughts and feeling sorry for myself. Hey, get rid of that look. Yes, I’m a person who sometimes feels sorry for themselves. Everyone does it. And I’m not a hero who puts all that aside “for the mission” or whatever. The mission at this point was more walking, I was tired and cranky, feeling bad about Charlie, and worried about my Dad