"Say goodbye to all of this-" "Goodbye all of this!" "-and hello to oblivion." "Hi Oblivion, how's the wife and kids!" -Riff Raff/AP lines, The Rocky Horror Show

I don't know how many of you have finished reading Order of the Phoenix yet. I have, and let me tell you, it's fabulous. If you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favor: leave the computer (it'll be there when you get back, I swear) and go read it. That having been said, this is to those of you who've finished reading it and have also read my stories. As you can pretty well tell, the 5th book destroyed my story. In my now more glaring discrepancies, Davies is the captain of Ravenclaw, my character is (obviously) not a prefect, the Nott boy's name is Theodore, etc, etc, ad nauseum. Plus, one of my main themes, the idea that Death Eaters are normal people who have simply been decieved and can, in fact, have redeeming qualities, is, in my opinion, contradicted directly by OotP. To tell you the truth, I was getting tired of writing my fic. It became like pulling teeth towards the end. Now, looking back on it, it's horribly written and way beneath my skills, especially all the scenes between Miranda and Alistair, which are utter tripe. Actually, I've never been good at short fiction. I prefer poetry, essays, and scripts. I probably won't be posting anything else here, unless I take a wild hair and start writing Lord of the Rings stories, which is doubtful at best. So to recap: 1) Order of the Phoenix is brilliant but 2) it shot my storyline straight to hell but that's ok because 3) I was sick of it anyway and 4) I suck at fanfic. Thank you for your time.

Nefer