Let's get one thing straight, shall we?

I AM NOT ANYONE'S MOTHER!

Nor am I going to be anyone's mother, becayse I do not want kids, nor am I suffering through nine months of having a parasite inside of me.

Clear? Good.

Now will someone explain this to the kid who thinks I'm her mother?

I, umn. Don't suppose this room has any persons called Neville Longbottom, does it?

...I keep hearing things about my son, but I know I don't get too...

It'd be nice to see him.

Might I have a word with any Scorpius Malfoys that might be present? It is nothing negative, I assure you.

I request the immediate return of my book. For those of you with severe deficiencies in education and wit (Potter, Black), "immediate" means now.

I am going to kill Teddy.

I love the man deeply, I don't know what I'd do wothout my fuzzy werewolf, but what the hell is he doing with a diamond ring in his sock drawer? Especially a absolutely gorgeous canary diamond like this!

Ugh, seriously.

Oi. Did someone in here lose a Remus?

[muttering to self and rubbing head] Bloody buggering...I swear that door frame wasn't that low before, never would have knocked into it otherwise, must have moved, definitely moved and it was completely not my fault at all, because what would I go about moving door frames for if I'm just going to run into them, huh? Pretty idiotic, that'd be, getting myself all knocked up like that, and it really wasn't there before, walked through it a million times......



Okay. This definitely wasn't the computer lab I was aiming for.

I don't feel sad very often, but when I do...

This place is cold and I'm fucking starving!

Where am I anyways? No Christmas things, how dull.

I do not bloody well need any fresh air, mother!

...

This does not sound anything like our garden at the estate. W-where...

Remus, can we talk?

Geez, it's cold in here!

Scorhn, if you're around, d'you want to come to New Years at Grimmauld? James is going to be gone, and Alice and Zabini are coming, so it'd be you, me, Alice, Zabini, Lily, Rose, Roxie, Lucy and Lily's new girlfriend.

(I'd invite you over for Christmas, but I know better)

Forgive me, Father, for-





Ah.

We should make this place more... Christamsy. Yes? No?

[Kurt Hummel is NOT a happy gleek. >|]

Fess up. Who took my iPod? Throwing me in a dumpster or shoving me in a locker is all fun and games, haha, but take my iPod and someone's going to get hurt. This is not a drill. I will resort to pulling hair. Don't try me.

[ In a corner with a piano, a boy remains pointedly unnoticed. He seems all right with this, and is exploring the piano appreciatively, before he sits down and starts to play Clair de Lune from memory. ]

I have come to believe that there is really no such thing as "Destiny" or "Fate" unless we're to have a discussion on the world's most convenient excuses. Honestly, what sort of pretense would ever make man think that everything happens for a reason? Events may link together, cause-and-effect ensues, but that isn't Fate, it's reality.

Because Fate is not something you can change. And I would much rather believe that my choices effect the stratosphere, rather than Destiny's hand and my name written in some proverbial book residing in Plato's ether.

After all, if we can't change it, why bother trying?

REALLY, LIFE. NOW YOU'RE JUST SHOWING OFF.

*Sits in a snowbank, crying and wiping at her eyes at odd intervals, shaking with little sobs*

My mummy hates me.

Hey, Robert?