To all the rude anonymous reviewers (if this doesn't apply to you, feel free to skip),

Thanks for reviewing. Also, get over yourselves. This is fanfiction. It's a thing we read and write for fun. If you're not having fun, you can leave.
But you obviously have really strong feelings and way too much time on your hands. I'm flattered you thought my fic was so horrendous you felt the need to slog through all the monumental awfulness, just to go to the effort of leaving me your entirely asinine 'feedback'.
Grow up. Experience some real life. Get angry about some real things, and then either change the world—or make art like the rest of us.
Sincerely, Your number 666 most hated writer,
AverageFish

To all my lovely reviewers, thank you. Thank you all. You've given me so much joy. You're the reason I keep writing and keep posting.

Other/related works

I am beta for Eider Down's The Second String and have been proofreading since chapter 24.

I co-write EngelRune19's A Second Chance, which back to being updated.

I am betaing Casscade's Anticlockwise, though none of the changes have been posted yet.

I betad a few chapters of Hweianime's Be the Death of Me.

For easy access they are saved as my favourite authors, one of the tabs below.

About me

I'm a queer carpenter working a 40 hour week & overtime, with a daily 1,5 hour bike commute—I am often exhausted. Harry Potter fanfiction is my escape, the magic that I seek assistance from (give myself over to).

I write to put my thoughts somewhere non-destructive. Every review makes me smile, and I cherish every favourite. Thank you all for being so supportive and kind.

If you recognise my username and would rather not be confronted with my existence as a sexually active adult, don't read the fanfiction I write.

Neil Gaiman — Preludes & Nocturnes

All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories—if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

JW Goethe — Part of a monologue from Faust, Bold for emphasis

Es möchte kein Hund so länger leben! Drum hab' ich mich der Magie ergeben,
Ob mir durch Geistes Kraft und Mund, Nicht manch Geheimnis würde kund;
Dass ich nicht mehr mit saurem Schweiß, Zu sagen brauche, was ich nicht weiß;
Dass ich erkenne, was die Welt, Im Innersten zusammenhält,
Schau' alle Wirkenskraft und Samen, Und tu' nicht mehr in Worten kramen.

Translation — by Bayard Taylor

No dog would endure such a cursed existence! Wherefore, from Magic I seek assistance,
That many a secret perchance I reach, Through spirit-power and spirit-speech,
And thus the bitter task forego, Of saying the things I do not know,
That I may detect the inmost force, Which binds the world, and guides its course;
Its germs, productive powers explore, And rummage in empty words no more!