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"Albus Dumbledore," the older witch continued, "As headmaster of the school, you are the first that we will interview. Everyone else, if you will all go out into the antechamber." The group filed out of the room, leaving Dumbledore in front of the court. An older witch on the very end took a roll of parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill from the insides of her robes. Unrolling the parchment, she laid the quill on it and waved her wand over both. The quill dipped itself in the ink pot and stood at attention over the parchment. The gentleman in the center cleared his throat. "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," the quill began scratching

“It's snowing. Why does it have to be snowing?” Sasuke mumbled to himself. Snow was not something that he enjoyed. “Hey Sasuke, it's snowing!” Naruto shouted, running through the room and shoving the window open. He was promptly blasted in the face with a chilling wind and some snow. “Idiot.” Sasuke thought. He smirked at the face Naruto made as he shut the window. Naruto brushed snow out of his hair. It was the first snow of the winter and it was always Naruto's favorite time of the year. He loved the winter – not so much the cold, but the snow. He loved playing in it in whatever form he could: ma

Warning: Does contain boy on boy love! Nothing more than kissing though. Story is Goten/Trunks. Goten stood at the doorway. Trunks was right on the other side of that door. How many times had he wanted to tell him the truth since they were kids? How many times had he wished that Trunks could and would return those same feelings? Goten gently leaned his head against the door, but not gently enough because in a moment he fell forward when the doorway disappeared, landing right on Trunks. The two landed hard on the floor, Trunks on his back, Goten in the others lap. "Goten, what are you doing?" Goten looked up and blushed, noticing how cl

I walked into the shop. It was a dusty little place that was way off the beaten path. My mentor had told me to check each and every shop that sold antique books I could find for one book in particular. So far I'd been to twelve shops across nine different cities and had had no luck at all. As I walked further into the shop, incense heavy in the air I looked at the books along the wall. Just from the titles I knew that I'd found the place I was looking for. I reached up and pulled a book down from the shelf. The title was '99 Uses For Everyday Plants'. A simple enough title, but as I flipped through the book I knew this wasn't for everyday p