missmazy

Meet fifteen-year-old Elizabeth, as normal as can be... well, up until her world is turned upside down her own mother -- The Order, the trio and DEs will be major players too. Chap 1: ‘What did you expect, dear? A magic kids school? Brooms? Wands? Secret villages? People wearing cloaks, living in the Middle Ages? Writing with... with quills, and parchment? Really, Beth...! Hocus Pocus! Silly.... Sheer folklore... dear.’

"Everything down here in Britain seems to be done over a cup of tea. Everything: Order Meetings – though I don’t attend – afternoon snacks, talks with adults, homework, whatever. Everything. Indeed adults seem to love tea, it’s an unhealthy obsession. Don’t now why though. I can just picture Mrs. Weasley with her purple apron: 'Have a cup of tea, dear,' she says, 'everything’ll be all right.' Or Lupin, sipping his tea silently, alternatively either nose deep in a book, or staring into space, imperturbable. Tonks, even! Well – when she’s not breaking the tea pot. All of them. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape. All…" Yes! Another middle-of-the-night-tea-scene! Hermione centred *one shot* gen. fic; not really angsty.

"Saying, I will adore you always"-- Playfic based on the one-act-play Night, featuring two middle-age-crisis-ing characters you aren't expecting.