Aged 25, located in Germany, compulsively procrastinating even the things I actually like to do, such as writing.

Although it's been half a decade that I actually uploaded literally anything to this page I would like to shout into the void that is this profile (I mean nobody reads these, am I right?) that I have recently picked up my most beloved story and resumed writing Good & Evil. I'm not going to post anything though until I have written at least two chapters, so as not to lose momentum and give up again.

Since I did get busy during the last 5 years and studied English, my writing has improved a lot, but that also means that I take longer to write something due to editing it again and again and again. So please, if anybody is still out there, please do not give up on me. I'm juggling writing this and handling my last year at Uni and some side work simultaneously.

That said: Here's a little preview of what's to come in the chapter I promised to publish almost six years ago:

Good & Evil, Chapter 3.2 - A Darker Shade of Blue

The afternoon hours dragged, and yet Adrian felt that the time to see Umbridge in her office had come way too soon. He didn't feel the dread that he was probably supposed to feel, and he wasn't really worried either- how could he be, when he had nothing left to lose anymore? There was nothing Umbridge could do or say to him that he hadn't thought about himself or hadn't had done to him already. There would be detention, he knew that much, but he didn't see why he should be afraid of polishing a few cups and saucers, or of dusting a bunch of old books. What was the worst she could do to him, really, he thought? He was about to find out. But for now, he was early. For want of anything better to do, Adrian sat cross-legged opposite the office with his back to the wall. The faint yet sickening smell of sweet perfume wafted from the door, and the cold of the stone floor seeped through the trousers of his uniform. He barely felt it. Lost in thought he fumbled with his father's pocket watch. Formerly his father's, he corrected himself silently. It was an heirloom, an outdated and tarnished old thing; the silver had lost its shine and the chain had long ago given out; yet his thumb stroked the spidery letters of the engraving on the case-lid carefully, lovingly. They were an elegant embellishment that one of his great-great-great grandfathers had had done for his bride as a gift on their wedding day. His throat was closing up while he looked at it and he rubbed his stinging eyes with the back of his hand. Exhaustion rolled over him like a tidal wave and he was tempted to just let go and let himself be washed away by the sheer extremity of his misery, when the door to Umbridge's office flew open with a boisterous bang and revealed the petite frame of a girl wearing Gryffindor colours on her uniform and a matching red face.

She took no notice of Adrian, or perhaps she hadn't even seen him; either way, she burst through the door and fled toward the staircase like a frightened deer, with her right hand clutched to her chest and her book bag violently hitting her back with every step she took. Before she could reach the staircase though, the shoulder strap on her bag ripped apart, causing books, quills and inkpots to fly everywhere. Adrian jumped to his feet, but before he was able to reach her and lend her a hand she had hurriedly gathered her belongings– not without a quick glance up at him from mesmerizingly green eyes, big like marbles and framed by thick long lashes. He stood there, looking at the fierce expression on her face as if lightning had struck him, rooted to the spot until she vanished from his sight and he was left to think that all she had ever been was an apparition of his wildest dreams. He stood there, gazing at the image of her bouncing blond ringlets in his mind, until –

"Hem-Hem."

[tbc]