Sunshine Blogger Award!

Hello, peoplez of the blogz! (what)
Today I’m gonna do an award that I found burried in my drafts. I don’t even remember who nominated me #MESS
I think it was ateenagediaryonline, who apparently has curiously disappeared off the face of the interwebs. I hope she’s alright.
Let’s do this!

The rules are:

Thank the person who nominated you, simple 🙂
Answer the questions from your nominators
Nominate 11 other bloggers and give them 11 new questions to answer

My questions are:

Have you been watching the rugby world cup?
Rugby is a SPORT. Does that answer your question?

Who are you supporting?
I’m supporting myselt #hashtagblessed

What is your favorite thing about autumn?
The weather.

What is your favorite food?
I hate this question and will never be able to answer it because I’m against food discrimination. All foods are created equal. (Except for beans. Fuck you, beans.)

Have you heard 5 Seconds Of Summer’s new album?
Certainly not.

Mustard or ketchup or both?
Ketchup; mustard is too weird for my taste.

Pizza or burgers?

Apple or Windows?
I SAID NO FOO- oh okay. Well I hate Apple and Windows has stuck by me through thick and thin so yeah.
Did you know you can change your colour on your blogs writting?
Huh what how

New Zealand or South Africa?
New Zealand pls.

Are you dressing up for Halloween?
Oh my freaking god did I get nominated for this before last October >_< what a flop. No, I didn’t dress up.

What are you going to get your best friend for christmas?
It’s way too early to decide henny.

That’s it!

I thought that was it but apparently Keira had nominated me too xD (back when she was still known as Rogan) let’s see her questions:

What book would you recommend to a seven year old with a high reading ability?
Matilda, which talks about another kid with high reading abilities (and is such a lovely book)

Hairbrush or comb?
Umm… I can’t remember which is which. Either way I choose the fuzzy wuzzy one that is not like a plastic bar with teeth bc it’s useless

Would you rather be the lawyer for someone who murdered someone or who participated in child trafficking?
What the
I’d be a lawyer I guess because a) there are plenty of those situations and b) I get da monneeh

On a lighter note, what is your favourite season?
HAHAHAHAHA that was funny for some reason xD well, I guess Winter (is Coming)

Duvet or blanket?
What the hell is a Duvet?
I’ll choose it anyway because it sounds super soft.

Painting of sketching?
Painting because I like mixing colors n stuff n making a big mess plus I suck at sketching (ladies and gentlemen, a future architect)

Be able to write a poem or be able to write a book?
I can write a poem. I wanna write a book. I WISH.

Would you rather have the ability to read and comprehend any classic you want, easily, or the ability to stop time whilst reading a classic (NOTE: THIS POWER ONLY APPLIES TO THE READING OF CLASSICS)?
Hmmmmph that is HARD. I think I’ll stick to understanding them because that’d be really cool and also I’d be terrified to fiddle with the fabric of time like that just to read classics.

Non-fiction or Short Story collection?
Non-fiction, but certain kinds.

Black or white?

What Hogwarts house would you be in according to your own opinion of yourself?
Ravenclause, duh :hor:
I mean Ravenclaw
God GGD has ruined me.

Aaaaand that is it! Hopefully I’ll get to write a post every day during break like today.

Oh I have to come up with questions still.

1. What is your favorite Lady Gaga song ever? (Feel free to buy her entire discography and listen twice to make sure you made the right choice.)
2. Would you rather work at a restaurant or a hotel?
3. Omfg electricity just ran out in the entire hotel and we can’t get it to turn back on and lights are flashing everywhere oh god.
4. Whoops that was not a question
5. That one neither
6. I have to stop
7. There, I just spared you from thinking up answers to five questions.
8. Six. You’re welcome.
9. Trump or Hillary?
10. Describe the first time you fell in love in one sentence.
11. Do you like pickles?

I nominate:
Every single person who reads this. You are allllll sunshines! (Plus I can’t tag anyone rn so)
I’m serious tho yall deserve this award so much. Take it. Do it. Post it. This sounds like a commercial.

Goodbaiiii break’s ovah

It’s June already?

Okay so hiii heheheehh
I promised myself I’d be active for the whole month of may and it was actually going well enough for the first like two weeks but then I disappeared.
I feel bad I dooo
But like… I had a valid reason?
Nah I won’t lie to myself. I had plenty of time. I was just lazy.
I really really want to do a May recap but I also really really need to sleep right now so I hope I get the motivation to do so tomorrow. God I sound so obnoxious. Even I’d unfollow me.
I’m still gonna give you an excuse tho.
AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAaaaaAAAA i’m worried
I’ve been studying for the past two weeks (NOT enough tho). I have two or three days left to go over 8 maths chapters, learn how to write an essay, AND take like 10 practice tests. Undoable. Physically undoable.
But oh well, I’ll do my best. Wish me luck! (Omg how do i dare asking you for luck after this embarrassing absence. Shame on meee)
I have a lot more to tell you and also more deets om that SAT so HOPEFULLY I’ll see you tomorrow!

FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – !FINAL CHAPTER! – Chapter 7



Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

Chapter 6: The Mirror of Mirages

Chapter 7: His Only Desire


It took George every bit of energy and will he still had to stop him from flinging himself into the mirror.

-“FRED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE? WHERE ARE YOU?! FRED, CAN YOU HEAR ME?” roared George. He couldn’t tell if any of it was real, if this was just one awful nightmare. “COME ON! ANSWER ME! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

George was full of rage. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Why was he looking at the reflection of his brother, who didn’t seem to care for the state of madness his brother was in, and didn’t bother to comfort him and tell him everything was going to be alright? He was just staring back at him with a silent, peaceful face. That was it. George got up and seized the mirror, ready to smash it.

-“George? What are you doing?!”

George immediately let go of the mirror. Was he starting to hear his brother’s voice now? He thought he’d gone mad. However, when he looked at the door, he saw Ron standing near it, befuddled at the sight of his brother wrestling with a mirror.

-“Oh. It’s you,” said George. Then all of a sudden, he threw himself at his younger brother, crying into his shoulders. Ron, who wasn’t quite used to this sudden display of affection, awkwardly patted his brother in the back. Even in these circumstances, he couldn’t find anything to say. Their sadness was too deep to be expressed by words. That’s when his eyes fell on the mirror.

-“Bloody hell!” whispered Ron, his eyes fixated on the tall mirror that was unmistakably familiar.

-“What is it?”

-“George… This is the mirror of Erised!”

-“The what?”

Ron had let go of his brother now, and was staring at the magnificent mirror. There he was, holding the Elder wand in one hand, Hermione by the other.

-“The mirror of Erised. Harry discovered it during our first year,” Ron said. “We used to come here at night for him to see his parents.”

-“What are you talking about?” said George, looking strangely at his brother. Had everyone gone crazy?

-“According to Dumbledore, this mirror showed every person their deepest, strongest desire. He wanted to see his family, so he did. But he could never talk to them. He just stared.”

George had stopped listening. He was looking in the mirror. Fred was looking back at him. And he understood.

Five years ago, when he and his twin looked into the mirror, all they saw was their own reflection. Because that was their only desire. To be together. To stay together.

And today, George didn’t see himself in the mirror. He only saw his brother. Because he’s the only person he ever wanted to be with.


FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 6


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

6: The Mirror of Mirages

  The memory instantly came back to him. He vividly remembered the night when, five years ago, he discovered this very mirror with Fred while they were running away and hiding from their former caretaker. Again, as he looked at it, it seemed like a plain normal mirror. His reflection stared at him with the same sad expression.  Everything looked the same as it did the night they found the room. With only one exception.

Fred wasn’t with him anymore.

He suddenly couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably. That was it. There will be no more discoveries. No more adventures. No more good times, no more fun, no more laughs. It’s just going to be him from now on. Him and his own thoughts, with no Fred to share them with. It all happened so abruptly. Was he going to make it? Would his life realistically be possible, or have any meaning, with his twin gone? He still had his business. He still had his family. He still had Angelina. But he didn’t have his second half.

He kneeled in front of the mirror, tears running down his cheeks. His eyes were closed. He couldn’t get himself to open them. He knew that if he did, if he looked into that mirror, the memory of his deceased brother will resurface, harder than ever, due to their uncanny resemblance. And it could destroy him.

But was he going to hide forever? Was he going to constantly run away from his memories, from his fears?

No. He couldn’t. That was not like him. Fred would be completely ashamed and disappointed if he let his death take down his brother. He wouldn’t want to be the reason why George’s life was ruined.

No. He was going to challenge himself. He was going to fight. His brother died during a war in which Good triumphed over Evil. That should make him proud. His blood wasn’t spilled in vain. His brother was a hero. And he was going to be brave for him.

Slowly, George stood up, raised his head, and started opening his eyes. Then he looked into the mirror.

His shock almost made him fall back to the ground.

The person looking at him looked exactly like him, but looked nothing like him. He had the same length, the same ginger hair, the same face. But he wasn’t covered in grime. His face wasn’t smeared in dust and blood. His expression wasn’t devastated. And his left ear was intact.

-“… Fred?”



FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 5


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

Chapter 5: Recovery & Rediscovery

When George woke up, he wasn’t surrounded by the rest of the survivors of the battle, like he expected. He was glad about it.

After the battle, everything was kind of blurry for him. He had completely lost touch with reality, so he still didn’t know who exactly the ‘survivors’ were. He would have to check on that later.

One disaster at a time.

In spite of having been raised in an unstable and dangerous environment for most of his life, George had never really experienced deep shock in his life. And now he suddenly found himself facing the one thing he feared above most. His worst nightmare.

Fred is dead.

That was the truth. The only truth that seemed to matter at this point. The person he shared his whole life with had now disappeared. He just won’t be seeing him anymore. He was never going to talk to him anymore, as long as he lived.

Thinking about it like that may have made the fact seem simpler. But it wasn’t. It was much more complicated for him.

And he couldn’t stand thinking about it anymore. So he just got up and started walking.

Every part of this castle reminded him of Fred. But he figured that, because all he had left of his twin was memories, he might as well relive the happier ones. He strolled past classrooms and corridors, each one bringing back a different memory that made him smile sadly, close his eyes and hold back a couple of tears.

George wandered about, lost in thought. They had just won the war. Voldemort was finished. Harry was alive. He had many reasons to be happy, but he felt that happiness was the last thing he was feeling. But he had accepted it…

A glimmer of gold made him stop in his tracks.

It looked fairly normal, like a reflection of some shiny object, no magic involved. He looked around, trying to spot the origin of this golden shine. And then he saw it.

Inside a deserted room, seemingly unaffected by the battle, under an antique chandelier, stood a mirror. Marvelous, ceiling-high, with a beautifully carved golden frame, supported by two lion paws. Just as he remembered.



FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 4


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

Chapter 4: Five Years Later

-“Are you okay?”


George suddenly seemed to come back to himself. In front of him, a tall, attractive, ginger young lady was looking at him with big eyes swimming in grief and sympathy.

-“Never mind, I was just looking all over for you. We’re all gathered in the Great Hall. Join us whenever you feel like it.”

He looked at her, giving a little nod, his mouth twisting into the smallest, saddest, deepest of smiles. A moment later, Ginny was leaping into his arms, wrapping hers around him in a tight hug, tears trickling down her face onto her brother’s neck.

-“Don’t worry about me, I’m okay, I’ll go down in a minute.”

He stared at her as she headed back downstairs.

Okay? Was he really okay? Would he ever be okay again?

Would he ever get used to waking up each day and not seeing an exact replica of his face looking back at him?

Was he ever going to get used to the absence of the most important person to him?

His brother. His twin. His best friend. Fred. Gone forever.

No… He must be imagining things. Fred can’t have left him. He never did. Not even when he was stuck in detention with their old caretaker. Those late nights during their school years now seemed so far behind, but that didn’t mean things changed. They were always a pair, and surely always will be.

Yes… He was sure that in a minute, Fred will come out from behind a pillar, grinning, like he always did when he saw his brother. It’s just another one of his pranks, tricking him into believing he was lost forever.

-“You know, Fred,” said George while standing up, “this little game you’re playing is just cruel. That’s not how we do it. We never trick each other.”

Silence. He began pacing around the room, his eyes looking desperately in every direction trying to catch a glimpse of ginger hair somewhere in the ruins left by the battle that had killed many. But no, not Fred. He was alive, George was sure of it.

-“Okay Fred, I surrender now”, he said lifting his arms in the air. “Come out already. You got me.”

He let out a nervous giggle followed by a pathetic whimper. Desperation was starting to get the best of him as the inevitable truth started downing on him.

-“That’s it! Stop! This isn’t funny!”

His shaky voice was starting to grow into a terrifying yell. He was now running, breaking into every room, smashing into doors and walls, searching for his twin who he knew wasn’t hiding anymore.


George’s body seemed to stop responding. His legs couldn’t carry him anymore; his head couldn’t take the full weight of his thoughts. He flailed and fell down, splattering his blood, sweat and tears on the dusty floor.

-“… Dead.”


FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 3


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

Chapter 3: A Normal Mirror?

-“Come on, hurry up!” yelled Fred, running and panting.

-“I think we’ve lost him,” said George, also short of breath.

They both slowed down, heavily breathing, their hearts racing. Filch had given up and returned to his office. They were now completely lost in the darkness, somewhere in the castle, because they have been too busy trying to out-run the caretaker to pay attention where they were going. The Marauder’s Map they had found during their first year in Hogwarts, which was a map that showed all the grounds, floors, rooms, and secret passages in Hogwarts, was left in their dormitory, having already memorized their way through the castle, so they couldn’t use it to find their way back this time.

-“We couldn’t have gone very far,” said Fred to his twin, and they both muttered “Lumos”. Two narrow beams of light appeared out of the tips of their wands, making their ways through the dark.

-“We went up a fair amount of stairs. We must be three or four floors above that battered rat’s office.”

They began walking slowly, moving their wands left to right, trying to find something familiar that could indicate their current location.

After a couple of minutes, the silver light hit something that glimmered: it was a doorknob.

Fred and George were already experienced in the fine art of sneaking out before attending Hogwarts, and they had plenty of time to master their skills during the four years they spent in school. Therefore, they didn’t even waste time trying to open the door the normal way. George whispered “Alohomora” and the door unlocked and opened by itself.

The twins stepped in, wands first, but the room was already illuminated by the pale moonlight. It was deserted, with a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Fred scanned it with the wand light, and all of a sudden the light hit him back. They both took a step back, then headed forward.

The light beam had been reflected by a marvelous, ceiling-high mirror, with a beautifully carved golden frame, supported by two lion paws. They stepped in front of it.

At first, all they saw was their reflection. But after a while… What they saw was still their reflection, standing there together in the empty room.

-“Does this do anything special?” asked George, examining the back of the mirror, running his hands on the metal, then on the smooth and polished glass surface. It was surprisingly warm.

-“I don’t know, it looks out of place. Why would someone put it here if it was just a regular mirror?”

-“Oh well. Whatever it is, it couldn’t be that important. We’ll get to it later. Right now let’s just focus on returning to the common room.”

They eventually found their way back. The next day, Filch went after them and gave them a month’s worth of detention, which completely took their mind off the mirror, and they never gave it another thought.


FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 2


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2: Filch Fooled

 -“Argus…” whispered a voice in the darkness.

Filch woke up with a start in his damp office, lifting himself from his moldy bed on his elbows. Did somebody just call him by his first name in the middle of the night? Persuading himself that he was again imagining the voice of his late mother, he laid back down. But the silence was broken once more:

-“Argus.. Argus Filch.. Get up you bloody bastard..”

Now that he was sure it wasn’t just in his head, he began looking around, pointlessly because of the total dark, and calling:

-“Who’s there? Who the hell insulted me? Peeves, if it’s you again..” he said angrily, swinging his arms around him in every direction as though to grab the sneaky poltergeist.

-“This is not Peeves, you idiot. This is… Sir.. Squibolas.. De Squibsy-Squibinton! That’s right, that’s who I am,” said the uncertain, but intimidatingly confident voice.

The owner of that voice was standing in the shadow behind the office door, and his twin was hardly holding in his giggle.

-“Sir who?” barked Filch, his eyes narrowing, trying to catch a glimpse of the person behind the unidentified voice that had just called him a bastard and an idiot.

-“Never you mind, my name is not the point of my visit,” said George in a hoarse voice. “I’m here on a rather special mission. Let me just go over some basic points. I was the only wizard in a family of Squibs, and I had been working on perfecting a wand that would restore a Squib’s magical powers.”

-“By Merlin! Go on,” muttered Filch, suddenly rigid and attentive-looking, his eyes wide.

Fred was somewhat impressed with the improvising ability in his brother, and grasping where he was heading with this, spoke in the same voice as him:

-“That’s right! I grew tired of performing everybody’s magical duties so I decided to make a special wand that would grant them their own magical powers. I spent years assembling it. When, at last, I succeeded, and my family started using magic… Well…”

-“I got punished for breaking the laws of magic,” continued George. “Yeah, well, I allowed magic to unrightful owners, and then out of the blue I wake up one day and my body is gone! I didn’t foresee that consequence, I’ll tell you that. But well, I wasn’t going to stay in my home feeling miserable about what happened to me forever! So I thought, I became like that for giving magical powers to unfortunate Squibs, so why not continue doing that?”

-“Right… Well… Even though my body was gone, I was still there, you know? I didn’t just disappear. I didn’t die. I was just body-less,” said Fred in an over-dramatic tone. “So I started tracking Squibs down and returning their magic to them by leaving them one of my special wands. Here’s yours, it’s laid on your desk. I’ve already given Miss Irma Pince hers and she successfully casted a Furnunculus charm on a student who was doodling on one of the library books. She must have been waiting for ages to do that. The poor boy now has boils the size of ping-pong balls all over his cheeks.”

-“Really? Irma has magic now?! Good Heavens! I can’t believe this… Finally my years of being humiliated by these awful little pricks are about to come to an end!” said Filch, with an evil grin that revealed yellow and cracked teeth. “Oho, when I lay my hands on these Weasleys… Let me see… Ah, the wand is there.”

He was now on his bare feet, staring at the long, black stick with a power-hungry, greedy look on his face. He stretched his hand, reaching out with his fingers to grab the wand, too concentrated on it to notice that two ginger boys were peaking in from behind the door, watching him. He closed his grip on the wand, held it with huge pride in triumph in front of him, and…

POOF. A huge cloud of multi-colored smoke filled the office with a loud detonation. Filch tried to disperse it, coughing and cursing, and finally look down.

His fingers were gripping not a wand, but the neck of a rubber chicken.

He looked up.

-“WEASLEY!” he bellowed, throwing away the chicken, jumping with his hands in front of him to chase the two twins who ran off, howling with laughter.

-“Hope you enjoyed your fake wand, Mr. Filch!” threw George to the caretaker behind his shoulder, sprinting into a staircase.

-“Courtesy of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!” added Fred, following his brother.

-“I’M GOING TO GET YOU THIS TIME, YOU LITTLE BASTARDS, YOU!” screamed Filch. He was ashamed that he had actually believed what they told him, that for a glorious moment he thought that his days of being an outcast were over.




FANFIC WEEK – The Mirror – Chapter 1

As promised, I am going to start posting a fanfiction of mine on my blog.

It’s called ‘The Mirror’, it’s divided into 7 short chapters (for a combined total of 15 word pages for the whole thing, in case you were wondering) and it’s based in the Harry Potter fandom. It stars two of my – and many people’s – favorite characters, as you’ll soon find out in the first few lines!

I thought about posting a new chapter each Friday like I did to Adventures With Miranda, but since the story is continuous I decided to post it all in one week.

I really hope you enjoy this; as I said previously it is my first fanfic 🙂

So without further ado, let’s begin our story!


Chapter 1: Midnight Stroll

-“Are you really sure about what you heard?”

-“As sure as I am that Ron is never going to get a girlfriend,” replied George.

It was a quarter to midnight, and Fred and his twin brother were walking discretely in a dark corridor in Hogwarts.

-“I heard him talking to Lockhart the other day,” continued George. “He seems to believe all the crap he tells in his books. He asked him if ‘such an outstanding wizard like yourself could perhaps restore the magical powers of a Squib’.”

Fred smirked at the sound of the accurate squeaky imitation of their Caretaker, and whispered while walking towards the latter’s office:

-“Oh, what a dunghead. And what did the ‘outstanding’ oaf say to him?”

-“That he could indeed do it easily but that he forgot the right spell. He then gave him a couple of signed photos as a consolation.”

Fred could barely hold in his laugh.

-“That complete fraud. I don’t think he could even perform a spell himself. Didn’t you hear about the disaster that happened with the second years?”

-“Nah, I don’t really pay much attention to things that aren’t me. Or you,” George added at the sight of his brother’s raised eyebrows. “Anyway, I’m glad there’s no cure for Squibness. Squibpox. Squibalaria. Whatever you wanna call it. Just imagine Filch using magic on students in the corridors. It would make our life miserable.”

-“I wouldn’t be too worried about that,” said Fred with a sneer. “He’d never be match for our combined prowess, lil’ bro”.

-“Just because you were born four minutes before me, doesn’t mean I’m your ‘little’ bro,” replied the twin, annoyed. “Back to the subject, have you got what I told you to bring?”

-“Yeah, it’s under my cloak. But I still don’t see where you’re going with this.”

-“A’right, I’ll let you know on the way to his office,” said George, and he leaned closer to his twin as they walked together under the bright moon shining outside the windows.


I’m posting a new fanfic YAAAAY

Good evening medonsters

Remember Fanfic Friday? The feature I used as an excuse to just post crazy fanfic about Miranda Sings?

Well, I thought I’d bring it back from the dead and start posting a new, real fanfiction.

I can either tell you its title or the fandom it belongs to, but if I say you both you’ll probably get an idea what it’s about. So the first comment to request either one – that is, if anyone is actually interested in knowing, which I have doubts about – will have his wish granted 🙂

I will be posting a new chapter every week for seven weeks, and with no delays (phew) because I’m already done with it 😀

It was something I wrote about two years ago, and that I’m still proud of because it’s the first true fanfic I ever made. I had written a short one-off in French but this one felt different. For one thing it was longer, and it was also my first time ever writing anything in English. I was surprised at how easily the words flowed, how uncomplicated this language is, and as you might tell I’ve been hooked ever since!

I hope this short series will interest you, and you’ll like what you read 🙂 See you tomorrow!