Yeah, this is mah own concept that combines my dire loves. One being Harry Potter, A'h got to see it in Japan!, and the other being X-men: Evolution. Thinking bout both of these shows for quite a while and A'h came to the perfect story to mix the two. A'h hope y'all agree and review.
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'Two A.M. knows all my secrets and dreams' Rogue thought as she sat with her back to the brick wall. The wall was one of four that lead to her hated haven of employment, the Magic Garter. She was a waitress and occasional dancer. This smoky, dark bar was the newest home for the vampire-like mutant. She had few of them these days. Too much happened, too many emotions that Rogue didn't want anymore. So she left for London, with some financial help from a certain Seraphim like mutant. She hadn't talked to him since. Which was good.
London was the city on the island of Britannia that was unlike any before it. The large city with cars, buses, boats, bikes and the Underground hummed with an electrical energy. However the people hummed with their own agenda driven energy. Rogue appreciated the decadence, black wit and tawdry glamour that she and the city shared. It was better here than in either New York in which her love was unnoticed or in New Orleans where she came near to pickling her insides in the two-week stint. Damn if that wasn't good Whisky. Every Londoner had a place to be, not to mention bad teeth. London was a big city of normalcy, double deckers and every kind of person, place and drug one could imagine. Not to mention the part of London that most people didn't know about.
Rogue stumbled into The Leaky Cauldron one day to get away from the rain one day. Since that day she was a small part of the Wizarding world of London. Finding work for a young girl who was tactically impaired was not as hard as she had expected to be. The Magic Garter won simply since one of the rules was: "Look but no touchy-touchy." She made enough money to keep her small flat and occasionally some pot. Life was surviving.
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Smoke ascended into the air around her, the cherry on her cigarette burned like some iridescent jewel. The sky was the most depressing slate gray anyone could imagine. It seemed bent on outlining the building tops of Knockturn Alley. The buildings rose stark and scary black into the gray abyss. Rogue hated it. Gray was the worst color imaginable. It was not black nor was it white. It was indecisive and that was just horrible. 'Ya can't be indecisive in lafe. Ya are black or white; ya can't stay in the middle. It's a sign of weakness. Or bad fashion.' She thought as stood. Her four-inch heels were murder. The tights were a shimmery white and hid her newest tattoo; now numbering five. The short shorts were deep gray and a black halter-top met at a wide black belt. There were white wrist cuffs on her hands, which were shrouded in her trademark gloves. Her hair was loose and a bit disheveled. However Rogue had some sort of dark appeal to the wizards that frequented the bar.
"Oi Rogue, come on in. Yer break is over." The other blond waitress called.
Rogue flicked her orange glow out into the dank blackness of the alley.
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"Alright Gentlemen, this is last call so pick yer poison." She stated as she held her drink tray under one arm and the order pad in her gloved hands. The blond man at the head of the table gave a vulpine smile and nodded at her attendance.
"I believe my dear that your question should be addressed to the homely man at the end of the table. However we shall take seven more shot of 'Midnight Moonglow'. He now leaned forward and placed two Galleons on the table. "And if you hurry there shall be extra in your tip." Rogue looked at the two Galleons and told the blond wizard to shove it, inside her head of course. She smiled her saccharine smile and left.
The homely man watched her go with interest in her left ankle.
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'Well no night is complete without a bar fight.' Rogue thought glumly as she leaned on the long wooden bar. The two bouncers were taking away an unhappy and still jinxing wizard. His blond 'friend' followed saying something about Galleons being owed. Rogue sighed and groped for a cigarette. She felt the presence of someone behind her. She turned to see the "homely man" looking with jaded interest at the loud drunk.
"I believe that your tip is about to be gone if Lucius dose not receive his drinks soon." He said in a mild way. He wasn't homely Rogue decided. His nose was rather noticeable and his hair in need of some shampoo but the rest was nice from her vantagepoint. She smirked.
"Oh Gawd now A'h won't be able to eat tomorra!" she said, "Please watch yer head sir." And with that she placed her hands on the bar and swung her legs around. She landed on the other side of the bar and looked down. The bartender was flat on his back with green foam coming out of his mouth. She looked slightly disgusted and then shrugged. Seven shot glasses were on the tray and the two liquors were added. She bent down to retrieve the bartender's wand. She tapped each glass and said, "Evenstar".
"You will only be needing six of those, I am regrettably leaving this establishment." The dark man said in a quiet tone. Rogue looked at him as he placed some money on the counter. She picked up the shot and said,
"Cheers." And drained it in one well-practiced gulp.
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::BEEP:: ::BEEP:: ::BEEP:: the alarm clock sounded and Rogue cursed.
She had left the alarm on and was not in the mood to wake up. With one throw it smacked the wall and went silent.
'Gawd Damnit, now A'h am awake.' She thought as she rolled off of her mattress. She didn't have a bed, it was more of a futon mattress. Her room glowed purple. There was a deep violet sari hanging over her small bedroom window. She groaned at the world and shuffled to the bathroom.
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'That was so sweet that A'h am getting cavities.' Rogue thought as she entered Flourish and Blotts. There was a couple outside that was having their picture taken. The red head boy lifted the brunette into his arms and she squealed. Rogue wanted to vomit. She moved to the door that led to the basement. She was looking for a better book on wandless magic. Since she didn't own a wand it was the only type of magic she could do. Wicca was looked on as oddly in the Wizarding world as in the Muggle. She sighed and unconsciously touched her small pentagram.
Finally after finding a book she found suitable she turned to leave. Her foot kicked a small leather bound book on the ground. She retrieved it and noticed that the same dark man from yesterday was reading a distance away from her. His left hand was groping for something but his eyes were glued to his tome. Feeling good-natured Rogue walked over,
"Here, is this yours?" she asked and held out the small book. He looked up and his dark eyes registered recognition. He held out his own large hand and took it back. Then turned again to his reading. Rogue raised one manicured eyebrow, "Yer welcome. And by the way mah tip did not leave. However the tipper is sporting one hell ov'a shiner." He now looked up at her as if she had turned Day-Glo Orange and was beeping. It was an incredulous look to say the least.
"You struck Lucius Malfoy?" his voice was again soft but there was a bit of wonder in the words. Rogue thought for a moment that he was about to smile.
"A'h will strike anyone who puts their hands where they don't belong and mah ass is one of them." She stated and shifted her weight on her booted feet. Her new tattoo was still sore. She got it before she left the states; the Brotherhood took her out for a farewell drink and ended up in a tattoo parlor. She got a skull with a snake winding out of its mouth in black on her ankle. Toad got Wanda's name and blue energy on his biceps. Wanda got a Pentagram on her shoulder. Pietro wined that he didn't like needles and he and Lance went home to fuck. 'Maybe that's why A'h left, A'h was the only one in the house who wasn't getting any. As if A'h ever will.' She mused to herself.
"Well it's been swell but the swellings gone down. Bye." Rogue said and crossed the basement to the stairs and ascended to the main floor. A shabby man then descended the stairs after her. He crossed over to the dark man.
"Well Serverus, do you have the information that you need." Lupin said as he hefted a few large books to his other arm. Snape's eyes now left the stairs and focused on the man.
"Yes I do believe that I do." He said briskly and rose. The two left with swishing robes. Snape was in thought, 'when did that generation become so screwed up.' He had visibly seen a tattoo on her shoulder and numerous piercings. The dark makeup and two-toned hair was probably supposed to be cool now. However it was the Dark Mark on her ankle that caused a slight ripple in his emotions. 'Could she be a spy?'
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"When we were young our future was so bright, the old neighborhood was so alive. And every kid on the whole damn street was going to make it big in every beat. Now the neighborhood is cracked and torn, the kids are grown up but their lives are worn" Rogue sang in an addled way as she walked home. There was a party that she was invited to. The British are a beautiful people, not physically but in every other area. "How can one little street swallow so many lives?" she belted out and turned on her heel with a puff on the Camel Light. "A'h know that yer there, so ya can just come out now." She called into the shadows. Two cloaked figures emerged.
Rogue had to focus for a few minutes until she could see them clearly. "Hey, y'all were at the table with the rich bastard last night." She stated and stumbled towards the rubbish bins to steady herself. Alcohol and pot were not her best idea today.
"You obviously don't understand the repercussions for your actions little girl." The taller of the two told Rogue. He held his wand at the ready. The shorter one was the watch out. Rogue knew she couldn't fight them if they had that stupid little piece of wood. Maybe she could get one close enough... yeah be a smartass.
"Well maybe y'all aught to give meh a spankin'." She said and laughed at the proposition of receiving a spanking for hitting someone. 'Next,' she thought 'A'h will get my lunchbox and Irene will take me to the school bus.' The shorter wizard now stepped forward,
"She's one kinky little bitch now isn't she?" he asked the second one and raised his own wand. Rogue distinctly herd how carefully he said "kinky little bitch" and sighed. 'Why do people only have thoughts of fornication on their minds? Could it really take someone soo much effort to go an hour with out the topic of sex or sexual things? GODDESS'
Rogue's musings were interrupted by a blast of energy that made her cry out. Everything burned and stung. A fist of pain was squeezing at Rogue's lungs and chest. Dropping to her knees she tried to gain her surroundings again. Her head hurt and she felt really drained. 'Kinda like when A'h let Apocalypse out.' She thought wearily. Rogue wanted to sit up but the taller one grabbed her arm and hoisted her up. She managed to nonchalantly to pull her sleeve back from her left arm. The glove would have to remain, she knew she couldn't get that off if she tried in her present stated of 'euphoria'. Her captor turned to his companion who had suddenly stood up straight and wouldn't move. Rogue took her one chance and launched her poisonous forearm at the wizard's neck.
With the combinations of drugs, pain and new memories, powers and energy Rogue stood for a second and fell.
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'What type of stupid, oblivious American woman just goes and hits Lucius Malfoy. Then decides to go party.' Snape thought as he stood in the shadows of an alley. It was parallel from the girl's building. The building was about three stories and not of the newest condition. After observing her appearance, attitude and dwellings briefly as he did; Snape came to the conclusion that, "I greatly fear for the future if it is full of children like this girl and Potter."
'There, it's Avery and Crabbe. Just whom I assumed Lucius would send to beat up a girl. Not only do the have no shame or conscious they are...' Snape's train of thought as a curse hit the girl. She fell to her knees but didn't scream. Snape gave a small nod of approval. Never scream when a Cruciatus is preformed upon you; it gives the attacker satisfaction. Snape forced back a few memories. 'Right then, time that ingrates who attack weak women comprehend their own thickness.'
"Petrificus Totalus" Snape said as Crabbe went rigid. Pecurely enough so did Avery. However Avery was not the target. Did the girl do something to bring him down. Snape quickly crossed the street and looked at the uncouncious girl. Grumbeling to himslef he hefted her up and took her into the building.
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"I hope you don't feel to dreadfully clever in the fact that you live in flat 2B." Snape said slowly as he opened the door to the flat. The keys were in her purse. The first smells that greeted him were of insence. As soon as he stepped into the room he felt a sharp pain and nearly dropped the girl. He reached for his wand as he looked down. 'I stepped on a hex sign. Why and how can this girl do a hex sign?' he thought as he neutralized it. In fact, Snape noiticed, the room was full of Rune protection. This annoyed and oddly pleased Snape. This girl could take care of her self as long as she had her runes. 'Wonderful, she could be the perfect match for Black. She is one of the frolicy pretend witches and he is barely a wizard.' He thought with some malice.
With that Serverus Snape deposited the girl on her futon. He crossed the room and removed the fire rune from a chair and sat. 'It shall be a long night.' He sighed.
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Wo0t!!!!
I hope that this fic is halfway decent. At least some reviews and such. Please comment on how you think the personalities are going. I really want to do Snape justice. I totally love him and his complex personality. Thanks to everyone who will review. I am going to begin the sequel to Feathers soon. Witch's honor.
STAY FROSTY
THE GOTH WITCH
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'Two A.M. knows all my secrets and dreams' Rogue thought as she sat with her back to the brick wall. The wall was one of four that lead to her hated haven of employment, the Magic Garter. She was a waitress and occasional dancer. This smoky, dark bar was the newest home for the vampire-like mutant. She had few of them these days. Too much happened, too many emotions that Rogue didn't want anymore. So she left for London, with some financial help from a certain Seraphim like mutant. She hadn't talked to him since. Which was good.
London was the city on the island of Britannia that was unlike any before it. The large city with cars, buses, boats, bikes and the Underground hummed with an electrical energy. However the people hummed with their own agenda driven energy. Rogue appreciated the decadence, black wit and tawdry glamour that she and the city shared. It was better here than in either New York in which her love was unnoticed or in New Orleans where she came near to pickling her insides in the two-week stint. Damn if that wasn't good Whisky. Every Londoner had a place to be, not to mention bad teeth. London was a big city of normalcy, double deckers and every kind of person, place and drug one could imagine. Not to mention the part of London that most people didn't know about.
Rogue stumbled into The Leaky Cauldron one day to get away from the rain one day. Since that day she was a small part of the Wizarding world of London. Finding work for a young girl who was tactically impaired was not as hard as she had expected to be. The Magic Garter won simply since one of the rules was: "Look but no touchy-touchy." She made enough money to keep her small flat and occasionally some pot. Life was surviving.
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Smoke ascended into the air around her, the cherry on her cigarette burned like some iridescent jewel. The sky was the most depressing slate gray anyone could imagine. It seemed bent on outlining the building tops of Knockturn Alley. The buildings rose stark and scary black into the gray abyss. Rogue hated it. Gray was the worst color imaginable. It was not black nor was it white. It was indecisive and that was just horrible. 'Ya can't be indecisive in lafe. Ya are black or white; ya can't stay in the middle. It's a sign of weakness. Or bad fashion.' She thought as stood. Her four-inch heels were murder. The tights were a shimmery white and hid her newest tattoo; now numbering five. The short shorts were deep gray and a black halter-top met at a wide black belt. There were white wrist cuffs on her hands, which were shrouded in her trademark gloves. Her hair was loose and a bit disheveled. However Rogue had some sort of dark appeal to the wizards that frequented the bar.
"Oi Rogue, come on in. Yer break is over." The other blond waitress called.
Rogue flicked her orange glow out into the dank blackness of the alley.
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"Alright Gentlemen, this is last call so pick yer poison." She stated as she held her drink tray under one arm and the order pad in her gloved hands. The blond man at the head of the table gave a vulpine smile and nodded at her attendance.
"I believe my dear that your question should be addressed to the homely man at the end of the table. However we shall take seven more shot of 'Midnight Moonglow'. He now leaned forward and placed two Galleons on the table. "And if you hurry there shall be extra in your tip." Rogue looked at the two Galleons and told the blond wizard to shove it, inside her head of course. She smiled her saccharine smile and left.
The homely man watched her go with interest in her left ankle.
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'Well no night is complete without a bar fight.' Rogue thought glumly as she leaned on the long wooden bar. The two bouncers were taking away an unhappy and still jinxing wizard. His blond 'friend' followed saying something about Galleons being owed. Rogue sighed and groped for a cigarette. She felt the presence of someone behind her. She turned to see the "homely man" looking with jaded interest at the loud drunk.
"I believe that your tip is about to be gone if Lucius dose not receive his drinks soon." He said in a mild way. He wasn't homely Rogue decided. His nose was rather noticeable and his hair in need of some shampoo but the rest was nice from her vantagepoint. She smirked.
"Oh Gawd now A'h won't be able to eat tomorra!" she said, "Please watch yer head sir." And with that she placed her hands on the bar and swung her legs around. She landed on the other side of the bar and looked down. The bartender was flat on his back with green foam coming out of his mouth. She looked slightly disgusted and then shrugged. Seven shot glasses were on the tray and the two liquors were added. She bent down to retrieve the bartender's wand. She tapped each glass and said, "Evenstar".
"You will only be needing six of those, I am regrettably leaving this establishment." The dark man said in a quiet tone. Rogue looked at him as he placed some money on the counter. She picked up the shot and said,
"Cheers." And drained it in one well-practiced gulp.
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::BEEP:: ::BEEP:: ::BEEP:: the alarm clock sounded and Rogue cursed.
She had left the alarm on and was not in the mood to wake up. With one throw it smacked the wall and went silent.
'Gawd Damnit, now A'h am awake.' She thought as she rolled off of her mattress. She didn't have a bed, it was more of a futon mattress. Her room glowed purple. There was a deep violet sari hanging over her small bedroom window. She groaned at the world and shuffled to the bathroom.
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'That was so sweet that A'h am getting cavities.' Rogue thought as she entered Flourish and Blotts. There was a couple outside that was having their picture taken. The red head boy lifted the brunette into his arms and she squealed. Rogue wanted to vomit. She moved to the door that led to the basement. She was looking for a better book on wandless magic. Since she didn't own a wand it was the only type of magic she could do. Wicca was looked on as oddly in the Wizarding world as in the Muggle. She sighed and unconsciously touched her small pentagram.
Finally after finding a book she found suitable she turned to leave. Her foot kicked a small leather bound book on the ground. She retrieved it and noticed that the same dark man from yesterday was reading a distance away from her. His left hand was groping for something but his eyes were glued to his tome. Feeling good-natured Rogue walked over,
"Here, is this yours?" she asked and held out the small book. He looked up and his dark eyes registered recognition. He held out his own large hand and took it back. Then turned again to his reading. Rogue raised one manicured eyebrow, "Yer welcome. And by the way mah tip did not leave. However the tipper is sporting one hell ov'a shiner." He now looked up at her as if she had turned Day-Glo Orange and was beeping. It was an incredulous look to say the least.
"You struck Lucius Malfoy?" his voice was again soft but there was a bit of wonder in the words. Rogue thought for a moment that he was about to smile.
"A'h will strike anyone who puts their hands where they don't belong and mah ass is one of them." She stated and shifted her weight on her booted feet. Her new tattoo was still sore. She got it before she left the states; the Brotherhood took her out for a farewell drink and ended up in a tattoo parlor. She got a skull with a snake winding out of its mouth in black on her ankle. Toad got Wanda's name and blue energy on his biceps. Wanda got a Pentagram on her shoulder. Pietro wined that he didn't like needles and he and Lance went home to fuck. 'Maybe that's why A'h left, A'h was the only one in the house who wasn't getting any. As if A'h ever will.' She mused to herself.
"Well it's been swell but the swellings gone down. Bye." Rogue said and crossed the basement to the stairs and ascended to the main floor. A shabby man then descended the stairs after her. He crossed over to the dark man.
"Well Serverus, do you have the information that you need." Lupin said as he hefted a few large books to his other arm. Snape's eyes now left the stairs and focused on the man.
"Yes I do believe that I do." He said briskly and rose. The two left with swishing robes. Snape was in thought, 'when did that generation become so screwed up.' He had visibly seen a tattoo on her shoulder and numerous piercings. The dark makeup and two-toned hair was probably supposed to be cool now. However it was the Dark Mark on her ankle that caused a slight ripple in his emotions. 'Could she be a spy?'
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"When we were young our future was so bright, the old neighborhood was so alive. And every kid on the whole damn street was going to make it big in every beat. Now the neighborhood is cracked and torn, the kids are grown up but their lives are worn" Rogue sang in an addled way as she walked home. There was a party that she was invited to. The British are a beautiful people, not physically but in every other area. "How can one little street swallow so many lives?" she belted out and turned on her heel with a puff on the Camel Light. "A'h know that yer there, so ya can just come out now." She called into the shadows. Two cloaked figures emerged.
Rogue had to focus for a few minutes until she could see them clearly. "Hey, y'all were at the table with the rich bastard last night." She stated and stumbled towards the rubbish bins to steady herself. Alcohol and pot were not her best idea today.
"You obviously don't understand the repercussions for your actions little girl." The taller of the two told Rogue. He held his wand at the ready. The shorter one was the watch out. Rogue knew she couldn't fight them if they had that stupid little piece of wood. Maybe she could get one close enough... yeah be a smartass.
"Well maybe y'all aught to give meh a spankin'." She said and laughed at the proposition of receiving a spanking for hitting someone. 'Next,' she thought 'A'h will get my lunchbox and Irene will take me to the school bus.' The shorter wizard now stepped forward,
"She's one kinky little bitch now isn't she?" he asked the second one and raised his own wand. Rogue distinctly herd how carefully he said "kinky little bitch" and sighed. 'Why do people only have thoughts of fornication on their minds? Could it really take someone soo much effort to go an hour with out the topic of sex or sexual things? GODDESS'
Rogue's musings were interrupted by a blast of energy that made her cry out. Everything burned and stung. A fist of pain was squeezing at Rogue's lungs and chest. Dropping to her knees she tried to gain her surroundings again. Her head hurt and she felt really drained. 'Kinda like when A'h let Apocalypse out.' She thought wearily. Rogue wanted to sit up but the taller one grabbed her arm and hoisted her up. She managed to nonchalantly to pull her sleeve back from her left arm. The glove would have to remain, she knew she couldn't get that off if she tried in her present stated of 'euphoria'. Her captor turned to his companion who had suddenly stood up straight and wouldn't move. Rogue took her one chance and launched her poisonous forearm at the wizard's neck.
With the combinations of drugs, pain and new memories, powers and energy Rogue stood for a second and fell.
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'What type of stupid, oblivious American woman just goes and hits Lucius Malfoy. Then decides to go party.' Snape thought as he stood in the shadows of an alley. It was parallel from the girl's building. The building was about three stories and not of the newest condition. After observing her appearance, attitude and dwellings briefly as he did; Snape came to the conclusion that, "I greatly fear for the future if it is full of children like this girl and Potter."
'There, it's Avery and Crabbe. Just whom I assumed Lucius would send to beat up a girl. Not only do the have no shame or conscious they are...' Snape's train of thought as a curse hit the girl. She fell to her knees but didn't scream. Snape gave a small nod of approval. Never scream when a Cruciatus is preformed upon you; it gives the attacker satisfaction. Snape forced back a few memories. 'Right then, time that ingrates who attack weak women comprehend their own thickness.'
"Petrificus Totalus" Snape said as Crabbe went rigid. Pecurely enough so did Avery. However Avery was not the target. Did the girl do something to bring him down. Snape quickly crossed the street and looked at the uncouncious girl. Grumbeling to himslef he hefted her up and took her into the building.
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"I hope you don't feel to dreadfully clever in the fact that you live in flat 2B." Snape said slowly as he opened the door to the flat. The keys were in her purse. The first smells that greeted him were of insence. As soon as he stepped into the room he felt a sharp pain and nearly dropped the girl. He reached for his wand as he looked down. 'I stepped on a hex sign. Why and how can this girl do a hex sign?' he thought as he neutralized it. In fact, Snape noiticed, the room was full of Rune protection. This annoyed and oddly pleased Snape. This girl could take care of her self as long as she had her runes. 'Wonderful, she could be the perfect match for Black. She is one of the frolicy pretend witches and he is barely a wizard.' He thought with some malice.
With that Serverus Snape deposited the girl on her futon. He crossed the room and removed the fire rune from a chair and sat. 'It shall be a long night.' He sighed.
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Wo0t!!!!
I hope that this fic is halfway decent. At least some reviews and such. Please comment on how you think the personalities are going. I really want to do Snape justice. I totally love him and his complex personality. Thanks to everyone who will review. I am going to begin the sequel to Feathers soon. Witch's honor.
STAY FROSTY
THE GOTH WITCH