Hello visitors! I'm Leah.

I hope you enjoy reading my stories --I've had a lot of fun writing the last ten years for FanFiction. There will always be a place in my heart for this site that has fostered my writing skills and love for sharing my creations. Much as it pains me though, my life is taking a few twists and turns that mean I'm kind of going on hiatus. I don't know when (or if) I'll be back --I might hash out a one-shot in the next few months or be back in five years. Thank you so much for all of the support, and regardless of whether or not I write here again, I promise to keep replying to all of your wonderful reviews. Everyone here has made my time on FFN incredibly fun and warm. ¡Gracias por todo!

Side note: I feel the need to clarify this for the billionth time. English is not my native language. If you find mistakes, please tell me --respectfully. Also, be specific; instead of saying 'there's a bunch of errors', tell me where they are, otherwise I might not be able to find them. And lastly, I know my first few stories are littered with mistakes --I'll fix them... eventually. Until then, bear with me.

Lol I had a whole profile that was so 2009 that I just had to delete it. What remains is my epiphany.

A/N: This is how a conversation went with one of my teachers and a friend in history class... enjoy.

Teacher: You can call me Mr. Philip and I will respond to you, you can call me Mr. Pflugsbeil and I will respond, you can call me 'Sir' and I will respond to you. But if you call me 'Hey you' I probably won't respond.

My Friend: Can we call you Mr. Double P?

Teacher: ... No; I find that degrading.

P.S. Oh my god like six years after I posted this I finally understood the double entrée. I can't believe it took me so long to get my teacher's answer, I'm dying.