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    “I don’t think I can do that,” I say hollowly. I lift my eyes to his.
    “You have to.”
    “I don’t think you get it.” Heat rises into my face. I do not want to tell him this. I do not want him to know this. But he needs to understand. I need him to understand. This is not a burden I can carry on my own. That weight might be more than I can bear. I cannot let them rule me. I cannot let them control me. I cannot even let them think that by degrading me to my sex they’ve made me small. (Even if part of me thinks it is true that they did.) I force out the words. “They touched me.” I cannot bring myself to say the word “rape”, not yet.
    His entire body tightens at my words, his hand clenching around the ice pack. “Touched you,” he repeats, his dark eyes cold.
    I force myself to meet his eyes. “Yes,” I say, as if I am daring him to challenge me.

    So I was rereading Divergent and I got to the scene where Tris gets attacked. And I couldn't help think, "What if that hadn't been Al? What if Four hadn't gotten there in time? What if things had gone differently?" So I wrote it.

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    Severus hasn't seen Hermione since she appeared at his trial, two months after she saved his life in the Shrieking Shack. How is he supposed to cope when she starts teaching at Hogwarts seven years later, and who hired Ron Weasley to teach Quidditch?

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    For Brienne, everything is grey.
    When she was a child, she used to sit with her father in the garden, he on the weather worn bench and she underneath the oak tree beside it in the grass. She used to ask him the colors for everything — the trees, the daffodils, the sky, the dirt — whimsical and optimistic, dreaming of when she would meet her soulmate and be able to finally see the colors herself rather than a spectrum of grey. She drilled them all into her memory, filing them away for a later date; a date that she now, as a disillusioned adult, knows will never come.

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    26 Aug 2017