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the little rabbitOnce upon a time there was a brown with white rabbit, he was desperately hoping for some friends to visit on this windy afternoon.
However his friends didn't come. He decided to take a nap, hoping it was soon the end of the day.
He decided to go upstairs to his bed and crawled up in his warm bed made out of hay.
As soon as he lay down and lay his body to rest he was gone.
He dreamed he was an astronaut, in space and that he had to fight aliens.
The little rabbit tried to talk to the aliens first, so that they could solve the problem in a civil way.
However the aliens weren't the kind type, they were pure evil. The head alien named Carlay, was the most horrible one and sneered at every comment the little rabbit made. "How dare you talk to me like that, you evil twitch." The little rabbit shouted.
"mhmamhamha" the head leader of the aliens laughed horribly evil.
"Okay have it your way then." the little rabbit shouted. "I'll show you some rabbit kung fu."
"what's that?" C
Sev and Lily. chapter 9Ones woken up by the alarm clock, they stretched themselves out and yawned widely, to feel fully awake.
Lily was down first, she sat down at the nice fireplace and waited for Severus to come.
It was taken for ages before he came down.
"Sev, what happened to you?"
"Where are you talking about?"
"look in the mirror silly." Lily said teasingly.
Severus looked into the mirror and saw it now too. "Omg, what is this Lily?" "I've now idea, lets go to Madam Pomfrey."
He nodded in agreement, and up to the hospital wing they went. 15 minutes later they got there.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Lily started of carefully. At her first attempt there was no response, so she decided to say it a little louder this time.
"Madam Pomfrey!" After the second time calling for her, they heard footsteps, coming from the back corridor of the hospital wing.
"Who is calling?"
"I did Lily replied."
"Oh, what's wrong?"
"Could, you please look at Severus? he doesn't looks so good, and we don't know what it is."
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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