Disclaimer: though I may be battered and worn and brown, I've never ever left you down. Though it's a pity I must say, that this silly author writes all day. Writes all day- or mostly night, and still, JK Rowling owns the rights. -The Sorting Hat.
The dim candles flickered, reducing the low lighting in the room even further. The stubs of wax hissed and finally died. A shutter banged open, allowing the summer wind into the room. Outside, a dog howled, cats fought, and somewhere, underneath all these sounds, the whisper of a snake was heard. –
Outside of the locked door to the room, a cat sat, watching everything with dark brown eyes. It stood up and began to walk, moving down the hall and through an open door. MREEEAOOWWWW! The cat jumped at a large white shape. A moment later, a white owl perched on the door and laughed at an eighteen-year-old girl with wavy honey-brown hair.
A/N: I have taken the liberty of starting off with a small introduction.
The pairings won't be announced, but if you would like to know, feel free to ask.
This is my new account, I was originally here under the name BethanyAmber, but long since changed my email, forgot my password, and left this story to rot. Struck by inspiration (akin to getting hit by lightning, but much less impressive to talk about), I dug it up and am attempting to finish it, though I've changed it greatly. Feel free to find it, it's called Twisted Future. And be warned, they're nothing alike anymore.