I HAVE A NEW FANFIC UP!

It's called Guide to the Perfect Wizard Wedding and it's not a regular Fanfic. For starters, it's Harry Potter this time. It's written as if it's a book that a Witch wrote so it doesn't have Author Notes. It's really different and I'm very excited to be writing it.

I'm also now available as a Beta Reader so if you want me to edit your stories, I'd be happy to :)

Let's start.

"Oh God, I don't know about this. I really don't like heights." Melissa went over her lipstick, which I'd begun to realize was her nervous habit. She was panicking over being in an elevator going to the highest point in Toronto. I wanted to tell her to just get over it but we weren't the only ones in the elevator.

"Um, excuse me, but can I ask what this statue is made of?" A woman asked. Melissa gave the standard explanation, I was a street performer, she's a makeup artist, and so on. "Wow, that's so cool. And you're from England?"

"The U.K., yes." Melissa nodded.

"That's so cool. The wings are so realistic." People really had to stop touching me.

"Stop." Melissa slapped the girl's hands. "She doesn't like that."

"Her wings aren't part of her. I don't see the problem."

"You'll mess up our hard work."

"Ugh, fine." I didn't know Canadians could be so rude. Someone, whom I assume was with her, elbowed her and she sighed. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Melissa replied. Since when did she speak for me? It was obviously not okay and I was tired of people touching me. When I'm stone, I can still feel.

"Wow! Look at the glass floor!" Melissa said excitedly. I'd never seen her so happy and it was nice to know that she was happy despite being hundreds of miles away from home, looking for the love of her life. "Sorry. We should focus. Do you see anything that reminds you of Ezra?" She continued looking at the view when she noticed the Edgewalk. "I need to do that." So, naturally, I let her pay to go nearly kill herself. She apparently had the time of her life but more importantly, she found a piece of paper with a crossword on it. The only thing that let us know it was from Ezra was his name written neatly at the bottom of the page. We took it home to work on it.

"I've got it." I finally said. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good. What does that mean?"

"Haven't you read Harry Potter?" She asked.

"What's that?"

"It's a book series about a couple of wizard kids- ugh. Nevermind. To summarize, that line that Fred and George said to open up a map of their school, Hogwarts."

"What does that have to do with Ezra?" I asked.

"He loves Harry Potter. He even met Alan Rickman before... You know. He even read a parody of it called Carry On by Rainbow Rowell."

"Your point...?"

"My point is... Well, I don't really know. Harry Potter takes place back in London so we could start there." She said.

"More money down the drain." I sighed.

"At least it's not mine." She waved a stolen wallet in the air. "I borrowed this from a guy today. I don't know if I'll get around to giving it back, though." From what I could see of her face (she was turned away from me), she was grinning.

"You need to stop pickpocketing people."

"I learned from Ezra. It's become a habit." She explained. "A habit I don't want to lose. It comes in handy."

After a while, I decided to speak again. "I know we're pretty much fighting over Ezra and that I probably have no chance but I like to think of you as one of my friends." I said.

She hesitated as if she was remembering something. "Thanks. I think so too, Angel."

"I kind of have a name, by the way." I said.

"You do?"

"Yeah. Sometimes, clans of Weeping Angels name the members." I paused. "My name is Asher."

"Welcome back to London, Ash."

Yes. This chapter was very short.

Yes. There is a horizontal line right below this text.

Yes. This is the second last chapter.

Yes. The fifth chapter is the last and probably the saddest.

Yes. There aren't always happy endings.

-Timelady