Authors like reviews. They like the good commentaires they recieve on the hard work they've put into a chapter ou a one shot. They like to get good ideas on their stories, and appreciate the critisism(sp?) they recieve. However, what authors don't want to see is a flame.

A flame when somebody reads not even all of the first chapter of your story...maybe just a few sentences...and decides to shoot toi in the foot and insult toi until there is no tomorrow. They say things that hurt your feelings and make toi doubt if your that good of a writer.

This is one thing toi do not want to do to some authors....

Like her brother, Lindsay Potter had been noticing Malfoy sneaking out of class. One jour she decided to figure out where he was going , after Malfoy left Lindsay asked to use the bathroom. When she was out of sight, she quietly followed Malfoy feeling like a 15 an old spy. Halfway to where ever they were heading, Lindsay started humming the mission impossible theme song quietly and Malfoy turned around. Lucky for Lindsay there was a statue that she hid behind
Finally Malfoy went inside of... Moaning Myrtle's bathroom? Lindsay went inside and hid behind the first stall. The lights were off...

((Happy Mother's Day! Just a little drabble in honor of the day. toi might want to grab some tissues))


Hailey Potter was no ordinary girl. She was a witch, and twin sister to the most famous wizard of all time. a dit wizard was right suivant to her, their father's old Invisibility manteau spread across their laps.
"I wonder why Dumbledore gave the manteau to me," Harry asked, running his hand across the fabric.
"Probably because you're the oldest," Hailey answered, looking down at her hands.
"Nah, that's not likely. You're the plus sensible one."
"I'm not plus sensible, I just pick my own fights."
"Wish...

Im not sure how it happend...but it did.Oh....I'm sorry my name is Amanda.Im in Griffindor and im 16 years old.And last night I did something baaaad.Ok so let me start from the beggining.

3 days earlier....

"Hey guys."I a dit to my Friends Harry,Hermione and Ron."Hey."They said.As we walked through the hall Malfoy stopped us."Potter."He a dit smirking.Athough I never really like Malfoy I had to admit he was rather good looking."He looked at me."Harvly."I rolled my eyes."What do toi want Malfoy?"He looked at me."Many things at the moment."I glared at him."Stay away from her Malfoy."Harry sneared.Malfoy...

in which A is a slightly tipsy James,
B is the bright idea of going traîneau, traîneau à chiens and
C is some ridiculously adorable fluff.

You're sitting in the Gryffindor common room, something toi do quite often on Saturday afternoons, and attempting very diligently to do your homework while simultaneously watching the Marauders, well, be Marauders – an activity which tends to be quite loud and, if Sirius is in the room, slightly graphic at times, and therefore very distracting from homework, even if a dit homework is a most interesting Charms essay. You'll turn your head down, scribble down a few words, and...

"So, ready to tango?" James asked with a glint in his eye Lily couldn't quite identify.

"Yeah, sure – actually, James, wait. We need to talk."

"Oh, Lily, surely toi can't be breaking up with me already!"

"James!" Lily hit him again, and was prepared to do it again and again; because even though she was opposed to physical violence on principle, it was literally the only thing that worked on James. "Shut up. Can't toi take this seriously, just for once?"

"Is something wrong, Lils? Is it Snape? Did he... do something?"

"No, James, nothing's wrong. And it isn't Snape. It's you, actually."

"Me? But...

The an is 1966 - Bellatrix Lestrange is at accueil for the summer - playing with her sisters. ( ou so she calls it )-Tormenting them is plus like it.
" CISSY!!! Get IN HERE! I want to practice something on you." Bellatrix demanded of her littlest sister Narcissa. In walked this this slender little pale blonde. She looked annoyed with her boisterous sister.

" AND-what if I say NO! What about THAT, toi never thought about my answer did toi BELLA?" replied Narcissa with a haughty tone.

" OH get the stick out of your cul, ass CISSY. You're not SOME RICH BROAD toi know. IM THE OLDEST, what I say goes."...