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When Shaloq and Sorrow got back to the guards’ quarters later that morning, neither one of them expected the onslaught of questions that greeted them. Apparently Palkor had been the one to notice the two were missing and told the others, leading to a room full of panicking crows, leading to some not very nice accusations of their caretakers, and ending with some sworn promises from said caretakers that both missing companions would return of their own accord. The whole situation was so ridiculous that Shaloq, upon hearing the story, stared them all down with a deadpan expression as of to say, “Can you guys seriously not function without me for just a few hours?” Sorrow on the other hand curled into himself and ducked his head, feeling guilty for making his brethren worry so much. And of course, Shaloq had to notice the guilt-ridden look which caused his deadpan to turn into a glare. The crows all got the message and backed off. Things were peaceful after that

I climb to the top of the canopy and overlook an ocean of blood. A spire stands in the distance entrapping my one love. I slosh through waves that stain my legs, my skin replaced with rot. An ugly world for a pretty heart, is my second to last thought. "An eye for an eye," my lover screams from high within the spire. "I am already blind," I say much to my love's great ire.

Finally. After weeks of planning, building, and an entire truckload of trial and error, the machine was complete. It was long and grueling work even for him but he was sure it was perfect now. So as the lonely inventor adjusted his goggles, the light reflecting off the lenses and in turn making them appear to glow, he smiled as wide as a Cheshire cat. “Sis is gonna love this.” ■ ■ ■ It started off as a regular everyday morning. Jackie got out of bed before the sun was even up. After getting dressed for the day—a worn blue t-shirt, denim overalls, black leather worker boots, and her red hair tied off in a braid—she headed downstairs. A simple breakfast of toast and fired eggs was made, then it was time to head out to work. The morning had been peaceful, the sun shining over the ranch like a sign of it being a good day. If only it had stayed peaceful. Jackie had just finished half of her chores around the ranch and was now looking

(This is also a journal, but I'm putting this in literature too anyway.) Okay, I'm gonna first start off by saying that this is the result of skimming through Harry Potter fanfics one day because I was VERY VERY BORED and had already been contemplating for a while about the upcoming official release of "Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore." And now with that out of the way..... There are just a few things I wanted to address about the HP universe, concerning both the "canon" side and the fandom side. The first thing is something I noticed skimming through the fanfics and it's this: How come there don't seem to be any fanfics specifically (if not exclusively) about Albus Dumbledore during his childhood years at Hogwarts? I'm only curious because there's not only a lot of fics about the Marauders' Era but also even the Young Tom Riddle Era (and the Founders' Era!). So then, why is it no one seems willing to do anything with the time of when Dumbledore himself was a