#foxfire
“The closer she comes to adulthood, bearing witness with an adult’s increased sense of ambiguity, and irony, and self-doubt, the less clear are her memories. (The messier the entries in the notebook.) Say there’s a mirror you have trusted to give you a solid unblemished surface reflecting the world then suddenly it breaks and shatters revealing a thousand new surfaces, miniature angles of seeing that must have been there all along hidden in the mirror’s bland face but you hadn’t known.“Who is, who was.“Whoever’s reading this, if anyone is reading it: does it matter that our old selves are lost to us as surely as the past is lost, or is it enough to know yes we lived then, and we’re living now, and the connection must be there?–like a river hundreds of miles long exists both at its source and at its mouth, simultaneously?”— Joyce Carol Oates, Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang
Garurumon!
Fic Rec #751
Hermione x Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter
Ghosts weren’t meant to be dangerous, they’d said. Ghosts were kind, friendly creatures who taught you History of Magic or celebrated their Death Day in the Great Hall to much cheering and applause. Ghosts gave you important hints. No witch or wizard ever told their child scary ghost stories, because the idea was less threatening than the idea of doxies in the curtains. The things that people had done to other people in the last decade far outweighed any heightened sense that there might be something more than met the eye. Ghosts were harmless. Benevolent. Typically quite cheerful.
Unfortunately, they had gotten it wrong.
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Starry Kitsune on canvas.