Dear old world, you very lovely and I'm glad to be alive in you (L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables), and it such, such, a pleasure to make your acquaintance today. I am Fupi and I have a few hobbies such as writing stories and poem (my greatest weapon is my pen), traveling, listening and praying for others, art, and using my imagination (like Anne-girl will say, there is much scope for the imagination). As you probably figured out, I am a huge fan of Anne of Green Gables and already figured out where my Avonlea is, who's my Diana, my Cuthberts, and appropriately renamed landmarks in my Avonlea. ...yes, I am quite weird, but don't we all have strangeness in us?

I also tend to do things differently. So, please, bare with me as I take you on a tour of this profile of mine.

First, we must hitch up the horses to the carriage. Please say hello to Gog and Magog (Gog's to the right, Magog's to the left), there's some apples in a wicker basket if you have a desire to feed them. Now, let us amble down the White Way of Delight. Isn't it beautiful? I love looking at the white and pink blossoms, the white and scarred trunks of aspens, and if you listen carefully you'll hear the hidden fountain.

Come, we have arrived to The Lake of Shining Water. Dip your feet in, wade in, or feed the ducklings. There's some bread crumbs in a bag next to those apples. Oh, look! There are Harry Potter characters disappearing through that random pillar of bricks. May I show you the realm of Harry Potter fanfiction stories that were penned?

Harry Potter

First, about me. I went to Ilvermorny and I'm a proud Thunderbird! When I studied abroad at Hogwarts, I was a Hat Stall between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. The Hat told me with my loyalty and fairness, I would do sublimely in Hufflepuff but he thought my ambition and my loyalty to my friends was more Slytherin. He offered me a choice and I am not a decision-maker. So, I talked to the Hat (my sorting may have lasted a long time... oops) about what he saw in me and ultimately I chose Slytherin. Hufflepuff would've been great, and I do so love the badgers, but I think Slytherin would've help me break out of my shell.

The Greatest Love Story Never Told - Humor, Romance - Severus Snape and Molly Weasley - This particular story was born while talking to a dear friend of mine. We were discussing all the possible (and impossible pairings of Harry Potter), racking our brains for a ship that have never sailed on fanfiction. It was a hard search, but then we found it. The ship was small and broken down in the far corner of the shipyard, rusted and paint chipping, and we carefully climbed aboard on the fair maiden "Snolly." It was a ship that have never sailed, a ship that is overlooked and seems impossible. So my friend and I decided to explore the ship, see what kind of universe would exist for Snolly to run free with the wind at her back. We rebuild the ship and thus this story is just a few hilarious collections of what Snape's life could possibly be like in the Weasley Family that my friend and I co-wrote.

Alas We Have Come - Family - Next Generation - I wrote this story on the 19 years later day, September 1, 2017. It is more of a reflective piece, and a "congratulations, we made it" and "look at what Harry Potter taught us." It is a reminder that no matter what we think about the series or who ends up with who, we have the ability to create what happens next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione's children. We can decide if Lily Potter become a rugby player or if Scorpius Malfoy becomes a ballerina. It is a piece I wrote to remind myself why I write, why I consider imagination a great gift.

A Motley Crew - Family, Reflection - These are exercises of mine. Writing exercises, to be precise. I am challenging myself to think of a single character, writing an analysis on that character, and flesh them out. JK Rowling created many, many characters - a motley crew of characters, some will say - and so many that she was unable to give every single one of them a background. This is me, giving those characters a background - or at least fleshing them out some more. I hope to remain neutral, but knowing my optimism and me I will most likely spin it on a lighter note. And because it needs to be a story... or maybe that's just me... I made it a story. About a young witch, a Quibbler journalist, who started her own genre for the Quibbler: A Motley Crew, We Are.

Alright, well that was fun! But, now, dear friends, I am parched. Let head over to Green Gables to have raspberry cordial (non-alcoholic, I double and triple check that I chose the correct vial), tea, and scones. Thank you for going on this tour with me. Perhaps, one day, I will write more stories and even some serious ones. Until then, kindred spirit, I bid thee farewell and give thee an Irish blessing:

"May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand."