There are three things you need to know about me:

One, I absolutely hate it when Harry changes his name when he's disinherited/becomes evil/finds out he's the son of every bloody evil person in the world and their mother because then it's just me reading about Orion/Ebony/Cassius/Leander/Ducky/Whatever stupid name is formed by puttering several vowels and one consonant together when I wanted to read about Harry Bloody Potter.

Two, I cannot stand MPREG. The human body is a marvel, and magic is a wondrous thing, but there are certain situations that are just impossible.

Three, homophobia is my enemy. When two people, heterosexual or homosexual, are in love then nobody has the right to tell them otherwise. I feel very strongly about this and considering I mostly write slash, then I'll not tolerate any criticisms over the pairing. Give me feedback about my writing, characterisation, plotting, but do not tell me two boys shouldn't be together. I'll give you a very hateful reply and seethe in my corner.

So, hi. I'm a nice person, really; I'm a bloody Hufflepuff!

my love is building a building
around you, a frail slippery
house, a strong fragile house
(beginning at the singular beginning

of your smile)a skilful uncouth
prison, a precise clumsy
prison(building thatandthis into Thus,
Around the reckless magic of your mouth)

my love is building a magic, a discrete
tower of magic and(as i guess)

when Farmer Death(whom fairies hate)shall

crumble the mouth-flower fleet
He'll not my tower,
laborious, casual

where the surrounded smile
hangs

breathless

(by e.e. cummings)