lady-schadenfreude

Dark navy fades into crystalline powder, Birds belt out their early melodies, Clouds slowly drift by, fading. Fresh breezes flow through my hair, Lungs inhale moist, cool air. Tangerine glow falls upon the grass, Glinting off of miniscule dew drops. More birds join a harmony of noise, Soaring past my vision. Feelings of peace surround me, As the city buzzes to life. I can hear the cars faintly passing by, Far away from my little haven, I must enjoy it while it lasts, Before the heat later descends.

You pushed open your bathroom door, tense muscles screaming for the prospect of a relaxing shower. Work just had to be more difficult than usual, a certain coworker striving to make your life a living hell by “forgetting” assignments. But enough of that now. Time for a hot shower. Hopefully. See, there happened to be one problem in your plan. The hot water heater in your house needed to be replaced. It wasn’t broken, no. It was just very indecisive. It worked only when it wanted, which was a major inconvenience to you. Especially, because you coveted hot showers. Stripping down, you turned the knob to let the shower head f

Up on melancholy hill, there’s a plastic tree. Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day of another dream. You sat peacefully on your quiet hill in the park, headphones on, blissfully leaning against a tree, a soft breeze lifting a small smile to your face. Eyes closed, you thought of your crush. As you daydreamed, you didn’t notice the same person stroll past you as you napped. Well, you can't get what you want, But you can get me. So let's set up and see, love. He stopped right below your hill and gazed up at the crystalline sky, not noticing you only a short distance away. His thoughts drifted to you, and how much yo

The next day, you arrived at your job, still thinking about France’s bet. He’s probably not gonna try that hard, will he? You stepped out of the elevator, moving towards your office, seeing a beautiful crimson rose taped to the door. You snatched it up, unlocked and opened the door, only for your jaw to drop in astonishment. Francis had covered your whole office in roses in a variety of colors. How the hell did he get in here? At least it smells nice, but where am I supposed to work? There’s flowers all over my desk! You saw a blue card laying gently in the center of your desk and went to read it. I hope you like the rose

Rain? I love the rain, Pattering of the drops on my window, Enhanced smells of the world outside, Trees shivering and shaking from the wind, Brief flashes of lightning, Crackling and booming of thunder, I love it. It might seem strange, But I love the rain, Long shadows cast by overhead clouds, Darkness creeping over the land, I love it. My creativity just flows when I see my drenched windowpane, Cool feelings that wash over my shoulders, Soft moisture in the air, Wind sweeping across my face, I love it. When I hear the first spots of storm, Little ticks and taps, I light up, Happiness flowing through my being, Because I know that it will r

     It was an average day in the Braginsky household. You and your long-time boyfriend Ivan Braginsky, who happened to be the human personification of Russia, were sitting on the couch watching one of his favorite shows, which happened to be the Russian version of Sherlock. You enjoyed watching it with Ivan, despite not knowing the language except for a few words, but today, you were slightly losing interest.     Snuggled up in his large arms, you remembered fondly that Ivan's term of endearment for you was "Sunflower". Then you alarmingly realized that you have never seen one in person, even though it was Ivan's favorite flower. You shot

When we touched down in the streets of Diagon Alley, I remembered how much I hated apparating. Feeling a bit nauseous and woozy, I stopped for a bit and waited for the feelings to pass. “Hey, mate, seems like you’re still getting a bit dizzy from apparating after all these years,” Ron said with an amused look on his freckled face. "Yeah, a tad," I said clutching my head, “I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.” I shot a withered look back at my best friend. "Well, sorry Harry, but we need to get started on finding clothes for your date. The question is, where should we head first?" Hermione seized