Willa Thorne: potion brewer, successful businesswoman, Slytherin. / Willa Thorne: scrambling scientist, debt-ridden teenager, near-Squib. / Willa Thorne: The W Effect.

Penumbra (n): a space of partial illumination between the perfect shadow on all sides and the full light. / The world is not divided into good or evil, heroes or villains, lions or snakes. The world is a messy place; its inhabitants are messier. AU.

Beware the Razaran, for its power is great and its demands greater still. / A Tomione multiverse.

A glimpse into the relationship that never was. "Ms. Granger, what exactly is the nature of your relationship with Mr. Draco Malfoy?" / "He saved me, and I killed him."

A collection of scenes from the OQaS-verse

Sequel to OQaS but can be read independently / As a HIGHLY respectable (okay, so maybe she's laughed at more than she's taken seriously but that's besides the point) solicitor, Adela Lancaster can confidently inform you that, yes, she is now even more awesome than before. Of course, that doesn't mean that Ragnuk (or one git-erm, Al Potter) will treat her any differently...

Adela Lancaster, Ravenclaw extraordinaire, is many things: she's a beater, she consumes books, and she has a slight (read: excessive) obsession with numbers. Throw in one idiotic brother, two Slytherin gits, a bloodthirsty werewolf, and a goblin intent on revenge and you have one..."interesting" year

Watch as she - the little sister, the hidden - descends, desperately swallowing her anger and crafting the iron bars of her prison. Then watch again as she - the Roman, the praetor - ascends, crumbling the world between her fingers and leaving only fire in her wake. (After all, it is the quiet anger, the hidden hunger that poses the greatest threat). A collection of drabbles.

"Welcome to the very first Hunger Games!" The 74th Arena is destroyed. Something - or someone - has set off an explosion so volatile, the tributes (those still alive, anyway) are hurled back into a strange land, a strange time. Life as they knew it is gone. The Capitol? Gone. The Districts? Gone. The Tributes? Still painfully alive. Gradual Catoniss.

She hated him. No, despised him. He was a fire bender. The person who'd indirectly killed her mother, her tribe, her people. And now she had to help him? No. She vowed never to let him near. He would never know forgiveness. Starts after the waterbending scroll, gradual Zutara. Slight AU. On Hiatus.