Introduction: I'm your average 21-year-old Vietnamese-Australian gay neuropsychopathology research student with a flickering desire to manipulate existing paradigms by making boys kiss via fictional wordsmithery. I'm a competitive Irish dancer with a thing for Irish men and an obsession with Ireland. There isn't a recurring theme there at all... I think of tea as an "any time of the day" beverage, I like to drive at night, and I don't like many people. Deal with it.

Behind the Name: An buachaill aonair means the solitary boy in Irish Gaelic. It really doesn't require any further explanation.

Work in Progress: The Hurling Boys - HP post-trio era AU slash - Prologue finished, only Chapter 1.

Magic is secrecy, and secrecy is paramount. In a world of darkness, those once considered champions of good have now been forced into hiding. Physically woven throughout the mortal society, the magical world is now shrouded in a strictly woven cloak of invisibility, shielding from Muggles the noticeable presence of a careful, orchestrated evil. From a lonely tower upon a lonely castle, the Lord Voldemort tightly grips the reins on a world he has meticulously created. Slowly the impurities are to be bred out, or killed, in order to preserve a magical race that lies in waiting. But what happens when, in the heat of a single moment, the world shatters, and everything crumbles out of of control?