Quinn, you have what I call ‘Rich White Girl Problems’.
I really really want to be able to hate him, but he’s just so pathetic and such a massive fail at everything, that I just can’t.
Hear my words and bear witness to my vow.
Night gathers and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the night’s watch.
For this night and all the nights to come
July 15th 2011 ~ The final instalment of Harry Potter opens in UK cinema’s.
The journey may have come to an end, but we will always have our memories. The books and the movies will always be there for us. Every time we feel lost or out of place. Every time we feel alone. Every time we need a safe place to go, to escape reality. Never forget, we were part of something truly magical.
The Magic Begins: 2/30 - Favourite Book
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Obviously I love all the books, and I couldn’t put them in any kind of list of favourite to least favourite, but Prisoner of Azkaban has always been the one that I loved the most. I think part of it is because it was the first book I had to wait for, the first one where there was a sense of urgency in reading, that I sat down and read in one sitting.
I also just adore the general storyline, and all the new characters that are introduced, mostly I love the way that it twists and turns, how things are not as they seem throughout the whole book. Almost every other chapter towards the end reveals something that makes you feel the need to go and re-read the rest of the book to see if there was any build up to it - and you find it too, subtle but nevertheless there.
The final reason this book is my favourite is, this is the book where things change, and where you first get this idea that this isn’t just another series of kids books with a different adventure in each new instalment, but rather, there was a real, dark underlying story being told here. Things start to connect together in a way that makes you realise ‘Oh… JK Rowling actually has a real game-plan here,’ and that was really exciting. Before this, it was a good series, after it was when it really started to become the phenomenon that it is today.
Neither is really sure when it started. When the laughter in the woods became just that little bit less guarded and a little bit warmer. When the light touches or glances to alert the other to prey began to linger a little longer than necessary. When they started to mirror each other’s movements, or predict each other’s words. They can’t quite pinpoint when it was that, when they fell down next to each other at the end of a hard hunt, they stopped worrying about personal space. They don’t really care.
When she does think about it, she can’t think of anyone she feels more at ease with. One morning, in her slightly addled early morning thoughts, she likens him to the old leather boots she is pulling on to her feet. She laughs lightly, and can’t help imagining the fake affronted look that he would give her, the way he would tease her, if she told him about that thought. He would understand though, he always understands her oddities. The boots are a little rough and worn around the edges, but they are strong, warm, and comfortable. They have seen her through a lot of tough times.
When he thinks about it, he can’t think of anyone he would rather be around. He knows that technically speaking there are girls who are better dressed, who have fuller figures and shinier hair. Aside from reaping days she doesn’t really bother about her appearance, but then, neither does he. She doesn’t need to though, he thinks as he watches her notch an arrow in her bow. She has a natural grace about the way she moves, and an earthy beauty in her features. Everything that differentiates her from those other girls only reminds him of something from their time together in the woods… and when she smiles, one of her rare real smiles, there is a light in her eyes that warms his heart and he can’t imagine what the other boys see in anyone else.
They both see people their age together, couples, in school or walking about town. Always hand in hand, giggling together over something sappy one has said to the other; sometimes even kissing right out in public. Usually they simply glance at each other, roll their eyes and carry on with their business. They know what people say when they see them together too. They know people talk about them like they’re just another couple of those silly, lovesick teenagers. She’s pretty sure she’s heard people say that once they’re both clear of the reaping they are going to get married.
They don’t pay too much attention to any of the talk. They don’t think too much about what will happen in the future; future’s in District 12 are far too uncertain. For now they’re happy to just let people think what they like, and if other kids want to lie to themselves that they need useless words and kisses, or that they have to join hands to make themselves inseparable, that’s fine too. They know what they really need, food and fuel, and together they make sure they both have enough to support their families. They don’t need to maintain constant contact to reassure one another they’re not leaving, they are partners, team-mates, they know each other’s every move. Where else would they ever find that? They don’t worry about what it means.
Some nights after a hard days work beyond the fence, once their families are fed for another day, they will collapse next to each other outside and stare up at the stars in complete silence. They can lie there sometimes for a few minutes, other times a few hours, depending how hard that particular day has been, but one never moves to leave before the other. They will sit up in perfect unison, clamber to their feet, share the briefest look before heading off to their respective homes. Not a word leaves them, they’re both too exhausted; but no promises are required, for they already know when they will next see each other.
“Because you’re beautiful, and sweet and amazing and you deserve to be happy. Because you’re my best friend and the only person in this stupid, messed up world who makes sense. Because I’ve fallen in love with you Quinn…”
Fuinn Week Day 1: Falling in Love.
AU: Finn Hudson has been in love with his best friend Quinn for as long as he can remember. However, before he can tell her his feelings, she hooks up with someone else. It quickly becomes clear that she feels more strongly for him than he does for her, but she insists that she’s happy and doesn’t care that he doesn’t love her. Finn can see that it’s really eating her up inside, but she refuses to talk about it, until he corners her in the school auditorium one day and blurts out his true feelings.
Fuinn Week Day 1: Falling in Love
Wise men say, only fools rush in.
But I can’t help, falling in love with you.