Hogwarts character Express

Everything to do with my harry potter role playing characters from wizardingrealm.net

[glitter-not-litter]

Just these. Wowow

[songofages]

I wish she had added Dudley with a magical child.

[superpower-lottery-deactivated2]

fanfiction please

[emiroravenpuff]

I second this ^

[emiroravenpuff]

Lies vs Truths~ Dora

I could tell you everything will be alright. I could tell you that you're a perfect person who deserves the world, which means that's what you'll get. I could tell you things will look up for you. I could prepare this bullshit all fancy for you, dice it up and put it on a silver platter with gleaming cutlery or wrap it up with a sparkly bow or whatnot.... Or I could tell you that things aren't "okay" and they may never be. I could tell you that people don't get all of the wonderful things they deserve, and that's just something you have to deal with. I could tell you things probably won't get much better, so you'll have to fight and make the best of what you have, because you are strong. I could tell you that you're stronger than you think-- I could tell you the truth.

[emiroravenpuff]

Regret

"In life, we only regret the chances we didn't take." Yana had always been on a strictly quote diet, but Dorita had never heard of this one... but either way, it didn't apply to her. The slytherin regretted nothing... Or did she? Could one truly say that she'd never watched somebody smiling, happy, and regretted the very way that she was? Could one truly say that she didn't regret the dark spin her eyes put on the world, didn't regret the image she projected? Could one truly say that she didn't regret regretting?

[emiroravenpuff]

Yana

The badger was pleasantly surprised to find the grounds lightly dusted with snow as she stepped outside. That winter morning, her breaths hung around her face, a foggy evidence that she was alive and the badger smiled despite her cold, trembling bones as her mind slipped out of the present. Curiously, the chill that penetrated her wool cloak with ease was as familiar and comforting as an old friend come to visit. Winter, albeit freezing, gave her this enduring warmth of a spark in her soul that despair couldn’t seem to touch— the snow flakes, the white of the sky, it just made the fifth year happy.

Winter meant sparkling snow angels made with glee and laughter by children, warm blankets and snuggles, curling up with a mug of hot cocoa and reading your favourite book by a flickering firelight. Winter meant an excuse to get close to people, an excuse to borrow a particular boy’s sweater to never give it back and inhale his scent, and hold his hand because yours is “cold”. (Which of course, it is.) Winter meant creating a family of snow-men and riding in fairy-tale horse-drawn carriages and winter meant gifts to show your appreciation for everybody. 

In the brunette’s opinion, winter couldn’t have gotten much better.

[emiroravenpuff]

Dorita Topez

There are the people in the world who are named after role-models, or ancestors or some other meaningful thing, and then there’s me. Named after a bag of chips. Impressive, huh?

Now don’t think you’re all witty and original like you’re blowing my socks off here: you aren’t the first to call me Doritos. So many people have called me Doritos it’s not even funny anymore. Not that it was ever especially funny in the first place.

Am I going to launch into some kind of tragic sob story now? Pah, like anybody actually cares. Like it matters to you if I was ever bullied. There are truck loads of kids starving in Africa who are far more deserving of your pity party than me. Move on. Find something else to gossip about.

You’re still here, really? Fine. You really want to know my story? What, so you can make it all dramatic and spread it around? Okay. Well here it is: once I took my first breath and I am still breathing to this day. Hallelujah. The end. Try spreading that around, see if anybody gives a shit.