On the topic of weight and beautyA while ago, I went to my local Starbucks for my regular frappachino at the regular time. There's a barista there who's just the sweetest thing in the world--first time I went in while she was on-duty, she gushed over my Snow White bag and has recognized me by it every subsequent time. She always gives me a little extra whipped cream on my drinks and remembers that I only drink decaf. Every so often, she'll notice that I have a new pin on my bag and she'll giggle over it for a second. I genuinely like this woman--she's sweet and very friendly. But this one particular time, she said something to me that really made me think.
I ordered my usual drink, and while she was ringing me up, she said: "We just got our pumpkin scones in--you look like you could use one!" I didn't think much of it at the time--I politely declined, said I'd already eaten, and I paid her. It wasn't until I was walking to my next destination, coffee in hand, that I started thinking about what she said. I looked like
Little Lion Girl pt 1It was a crisp early morning, just in the tail end of summer. The first rays of sunlight broke through the unseasonably thick cloud cover just on the brink of the horizon to settle in fine, orderly lines over the long rows of nice, clean, crisp houses on the edges of London. The light fell over one building in particular, a pristene brick residence with two stories and one chimeny jutting up into the still mostly dark sky. On the second floor, just under the pointed roof, was a square window trimmed on the outside with bright white paint, and on the inside--settled in between a set of light pink drapes pulled back with a yellow cord--was a tiny girl.
At first glance, the girl was a perfectly normal specimen of the area's youth--nothing about her, from the headband thrown haphazardly in her unbrushed hair to the fuzzy yellow slippers on her small feet seemed out of place. She was a pasty kind of pale from staying mostly inside all summer, and just a bit heavier than most of the other gi
The Harry Potter series according to JuneauJuneau Tarr and the year my bitch cousin got put in Gryffindor and I so wasn't suprised because she's so brash and hardheaded and stupid like all the Gryffindors are and oh I hope I get put in Slytherin when I start school next year
Juneau Tarr and I was totally put in Slytherin because I'm so awesome and some people teased me that I might've been the Heir of Slytherin but everybody thought it was Harry Potter, can you believe it as if the great Salazar Slytherin's heir would be some famewhore like him
Juneau Tarr and the year my bitch cousin and her stupid boyfriend locked me in Greenhouse Three I mean who does that to a twelve-year-old there were Venemous Tentaculas in there and dementors outside and I'm not sure if I hate her boyfriend because he's a gross half-blood or because he's Irish I'm not racist, I swear, but I just hate the both of them so much she'd better not marry him because we're a pureblood clan, dammit, she neess to marry a pureblood because I'm not having any of my
The Harry Potter series according to JaniceJanice McCreedy and the year that Oliver broke all the rules and put a first-year on his Quidditch team and he kicked our Hufflepuff asses what the hell was that all about
Janice McCreedy and when everybody thought I was going to die because I'm a muggleborn and all the other muggleborns were getting frozen and the douchey Slytherins thought it was totally OK to use the word "Mudblood" in every sentence and I did get frozen but it's cool, Madam Pomfrey fixed me up, but it still sucked because they cancelled the Quidditch Cup and I couldn't play anyway because I was petrified
Janice McCreedy the year I had to quit the Quidditch team because I had to focus on graduating also I sort of hooked up with my best friend of seven years when he won the Cup
Janice McCreedy and my first year out of school, and also one of my old Quidditch teammates died
Janice McCreedy and when Oliver and I moved in together and I got a serious job, pretty exciting stuff, I'm like a real adult now
The Harry Potter series according to BindiBindi Christopher and when everybody thought I was a bitch
Bindi Christopher and the year when everybody was too scared of the Basalisk to remember I was a bitch
Bindi Christopher and the year I actually made some friends because they were idiots and pissed off a dementor so I saved their sorry asses
Bindi Christopher and the year I developed a weird stalker crush on Draco Malfoy I mean what was that about he's not even that cute
Bindi Christopher and the time I learned a whole bunch of new spells on the downlow and even developed one myself I'm really proud of it and holy crap my OWLs were this year and they really sucked but I did awesome on them
Bindi Christopher and that time there was a really tiny battle in the middle of the school because Dumbledore died and oh Merlin my heart broke in half that day he was a really great wizard and the world kind of sucks without him
Bindi Christopher and the craziest goddamn year of my life my family left the country and I was kidnapped by this
The Harry Potter series according to DianaDiana Tarr and when I stopped being a shut-in
Diana Tarr and the year all the family drama happened and also there was this snake
Diana Tarr and when You-Know-Who wasn't on campus at all, for once, but we all almost got our souls sucked out
Diana Tarr and the hot foreigners, oh and that one kid died
Diana Tarr and a whole bunch of relationship drama, also I became a rebel
Diana Tarr and the year that kind of seemed normal except Snape wasn't teaching Potions and there were a lot of exams, but then Dumbledore died
Diana Tarr and the year that totally sucked balls for everybody but the Slytherins because the rest of us got beat up on a regular basis and we fought a battle and a lot of people died but some of them were Voldemort and my dickbag uncle so it wasn't terrible I guess and also I got engaged so the last part of the year really wasn't all that bad
After a bad match"Oliver, are you still in there?!" Janice McCreedy knocked her hand against the door she knew led to the locker showers. It was 1993, just after the November Quidditch match, which had started so spectacularly for Oliver's team, only to have been dashed just a spectacularly by a truly frightening encounter with the Dementors and the Gryffindor Seeker, the famous Harry Potter, falling hundreds of feet to the ground clean off his broom. The Dementors had cost Gryffindor the match, forcing them to concede to Janice's Hufflepuff--the lions hadn't lost a match in nearly three years, and their captain was taking it harshly. "It's been twenty minutes, Oliver! It's time to come out of there!"
"'M not comin' out," his hoarse voice warbled back out from under the crack in the door.
"You've got to, stupid!" Janice called back. "Because I'm not goin' in after you, an' you're probably getting all prune-like! 'S bad for your skin!"
"Whas' the point?" Oliver moaned back--Janice could hear the sound o