Authors like reviews. They like the good comments they recieve on the hard work they've put into a chapter or a one shot. They like to get good ideas on their stories, and appreciate the critisism(sp?) they recieve. However, what authors don't want to see is a flame.

A flame when somebody reads not even all of the first chapter of your story...maybe just a few sentences...and decides to shoot you in the foot and insult you until there is no tomorrow. They say things that hurt your feelings and make you doubt if your that good of a writer.

This is one thing you do not want to do to some authors....

Like her brother, Lindsay Potter had been noticing Malfoy sneaking out of class. One dia she decided to figure out where he was going , after Malfoy left Lindsay asked to use the bathroom. When she was out of sight, she quietly followed Malfoy feeling like a 15 ano old spy. Halfway to where ever they were heading, Lindsay started humming the mission impossible theme song quietly and Malfoy turned around. Lucky for Lindsay there was a statue that she hid behind
Finally Malfoy went inside of... Moaning Myrtle's bathroom? Lindsay went inside and hid behind the first stall. The lights were off...

((Happy Mother's Day! Just a little drabble in honor of the day. You might want to grab some tissues))


Hailey Potter was no ordinary girl. She was a witch, and twin sister to the most famous wizard of all time. Said wizard was right seguinte to her, their father's old Invisibility capa spread across their laps.
"I wonder why Dumbledore gave the capa to me," Harry asked, running his hand across the fabric.
"Probably because you're the oldest," Hailey answered, looking down at her hands.
"Nah, that's not likely. You're the mais sensible one."
"I'm not mais sensible, I just pick my own fights."
"Wish...

Im not sure how it happend...but it did.Oh....I'm sorry my name is Amanda.Im in Griffindor and im 16 years old.And last night I did something baaaad.Ok so let me start from the beggining.

3 days earlier....

"Hey guys."I said to my friends Harry,Hermione and Ron."Hey."They said.As we walked through the hall Malfoy stopped us."Potter."He said smirking.Athough I never really like Malfoy I had to admit he was rather good looking."He looked at me."Harvly."I rolled my eyes."What do you want Malfoy?"He looked at me."Many things at the moment."I glared at him."Stay away from her Malfoy."Harry sneared.Malfoy...

in which A is a slightly tipsy James,
B is the bright idea of going trenó, andar de trenó and
C is some ridiculously adorable fluff.

You're sitting in the Gryffindor common room, something you do quite often on Saturday afternoons, and attempting very diligently to do your homework while simultaneously watching the Marauders, well, be Marauders – an activity which tends to be quite loud and, if Sirius is in the room, slightly graphic at times, and therefore very distracting from homework, even if said homework is a most interesting Charms essay. You'll turn your head down, scribble down a few words, and...