Well true.... but the screaming....

*slow clap*
That was beautiful.

Nice way of describing it.

Aww, don't shoot Renesme. It's not her fault about the bad writing and the flat, underdeveloped nature of her parents. XD

"The fangirls would kill you."

I tried to be a good sport. The first version I typed I had me using the cruciatus curse on you. And then I retyped it. Because that's just a horrible thing to do. And then you burnt my wand to a pile of ashes... (Ouch) but your writing was good. :) Sorry I sounded like a bit of a try-hard, I'm usually a calmer character. You're allowed to despise fanficiton, I understand why some people would. I was planning on getting into the show soon actually, Constantine that is- should I avoid it?

ARG you've done it to me now!

"I was just trying to be polite to the original fandom that sparked the post in the first place."

Enigma looked down at the remains of her wand. Waving a hand, it rose back to form it's previous shape, though tarnished. But instead of raising it, she stuck it in her back pocket.
"There wasn't a love triangle- Not really, anyway. As for J.K. Rowling's 'Plagarism' she states she had the idea for the books on a train." Enigma shrugged helplessly. "I was only trying to vouch for the honour of Lilly Potter, nee Evans, who WITHOUT a wand, in her dying breath, was able to cast a protective enchantment over her son simply by love and dedication alone. Which is something to be proud of, I should think." She pushed off the table she had been leaning on, and stood. "As for the magic, can't everyone chose their own dicipline? Certainly mages do not REQUIRE a wand, but wizards and witches can control their magic in a much safer and complex way. And besides." She stamped her foot and the entire building exploded around her. When the flames had settled down, she looked to Morelli's shocked form.

Yes indeed I am (a woman), I return after one day and there has been a most explosive development from my comment. Thank you, FS, because that comment (the guest's) has more dislikes than my comment has likes. It's like, "We don't even particularly think you're that funny, Engima, but Guest was a shit, so we've got your back."
Thanks internet. :) And yes guest, I am very happy currently, and I also support rights for everyone. Everyone should marry the person they love! Everyone should have all the cookies! *hands out cookies*

Art. *flourishes hands*

... You can swing gently. *rocks back and forth*

It will be magnificent.

Getting skis off is hard :( But at least he thought to bring the shovel!

The energy left over from the horcrux made it easier to crack a fist across his face, then pull him down to her height and whisper,
"This was a Harry Potter post." She pulled him closer again. "Magic comes in many different forms and you disrespected Lily and James Potter on a Harry. Potter. Post. Now grow up, respect other fandoms, run along to your dark master and don't mess with Potterheads on their posts." She drove a knee up to hit him where it hurt, and grabbing the knife that had ended her previous life, she apparated back to where Morelli was looking dazedly at her wand.
"Hi, old friend." she murmured, and his head snapped up. She stuck out a hand. "They can't clear us out just yet. My wand, if you please?"

(...... Wow. I- wow. You- what- no. Morelli. Grab my wand, would you.)
Enigma's wand rolled forlornly out of the ashes to land by Morelli's feet, cold.
Enigma herself... could feel nothing. But only for a second, and then blinding pain exploded and richocetted over what was left of her soul, as it twisted and squirmed in the grasp of an unknown entity. But then a wrench as the fold of the universe bent and she was rocketed far away. Blackness washed over her, siffoning her escence into a softly glowing form that looked like her body, and she gagged as she saw the black, pulsing object on the table.
"Hello again." she whispered to her horcrux. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you for a while." Picking it up and tucking the now-normal vessel into the folds of her coat, she pulled her hat brim low and stuck her hands in her pockets. With a crack, she apparated behind Hexy and grabbed the scruff of his shirt, hurling him back against the wall.

IT'S WHO TARA TRUELY IS, AND WE LOVE HER FOR IT. *hands over some charcoal pencils solemly*

*holds it above your corpse* LOOK AT THIS LITTLE FOXY FOX. *pats it* So cute...

And the warning voice said to mind the gap oh no wait are you NO THERE IS A PERSONAL BUBBLE DAMMIT.

Poor sheepy. That doesn't make any sense, Morelli. We could brush it and feed it rainbows.