I still am unable to write--just a case of total writer's block. I apologize for the unfinished stories. I don't know if they'll ever be completed.
If you want to translate any of my fics, go ahead! It makes me happy.
Olivia, Getting Ready for SchoolOlivia pulled on the sports bra; it fit snugly, completely flattening her chest. Next came the ancient Vikings tee shirt that had belonged to her brother. Over that, she wore a thick winter sweater, a burnt-orange cable knit, even though it wasn't even autumn yet. Her jeans were baggy, when all the other girls at school would be wearing skinnies.Olivia, Getting Ready for School by LindsayIrene
Anxiety twisted in her stomach when she remembered that she had gym class today. At least it was only the gymnastics unit. Olivia didn't know what she would do when it was time for the swimming unit. My gym shirt is big enough to hide the tee shirt I'm wearing. The teacher won't know. I just won't do very much so I won't sweat. I don't want to start to smell.
It was only the first week of school, and Olivia didn't know yet what her gym teacher was like. Would Ms. Lowell look at Olivia's legs and know? Would she mention to Olivia's mother that she never showered after class?
She fluffed up her hair without looking in the mirror. It
Draco the IncompetentPairing: Harry Potter/Draco MalfoyDraco the Incompetent by LindsayIrene
Rating: a mild T
If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun
"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."
Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."
Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small childr
Olivia + AdamOlivia met Adam in first grade. He was eating paper. "That's not food," she told him.Olivia + Adam by LindsayIrene
"How do you know until you try it?" he'd riposted.
Ten years later, they were still best friends. They had so much in common. They both liked algebra, and Monty Python, and boys.
On a late summer afternoon, the two of them sat under a tree, their textbooks face-down on the grass. Olivia tugged on Adam's curly pony-tail; she was the only one allowed to pulled it out to its full length and watch it snap back into a frizzy ball. "That boy at the 'Bou yesterday… He liked you. I could tell."
Adam shrugged. He was all collar-bones and big sleepy brown eyes and puffy lips. "He didn't really see me."
Olivia bit the insides of her lips, suppressing a smile. It was exactly what she had thought. The boy had been cute, and slick, and possessed of a sharp wit, but he wasn't good enough for Adam, as far as Olivia was concerned. All surface, no depth. She playfully tugged at the peach fuzz on Adam's chin. "I