The Overgrown Bat – Severus Snape

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Severus Snape was not my favourite character from the Harry Potter series. He was scounful, bitterΒ and unempathetic. Sure towards the end of the series, a few glimpses into his past offered some reasoning towards his current demeanor but excercising contempt on the child of someone who bullied him in the past is juvenile. Emphasis on ‘CHILD‘! A grown up who served Dumbledore as a rogue agent under the Dark Lord settled to exert his time on bullying young children. Poor Neville Longbottom, Continue reading

The Choir Girl Who Went Horribly, Desperately Wrong.

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Florence and the Machine

{I found a clean sheet of paper and a sharp pencil}

Everybody recommends good music according to their taste. To come across music so abstract and individual is a tardy task. The first song I stumbled upon on my sister’s playlist was ‘The Bird Song‘.
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I found myself drowning as the harp strings were plucked. Each beat calling on spirits unheard of.

I played another track, and fell into a darkness; a darkness I enjoyed. There was something raw about her music that kept me grounded. Continue reading

How to avoid kissing a Dementor!

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{Note: I wrote this to help out a friend in need. I hope that it helps out anyone out there. Meep!}

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Started on a doodle.

*I may have to rethink that title.*

Whenever something doesn’t go my way, or it’s like all odds are against me, I get a bit competitive with myself to do better. Then there are those situations wherein there seems to be no escape, that sinking feeling of fear. The evil in it was that it could strike at any point. A bright day filled with trivial conversations, good food and just when you least expect it, there arises that familiar feeling that sprouts about insecurities and the cons of every decision you’ve made, the cons of your goals and aspirations start weighing down on you.

It’s horrible and quite the hurdle to overcome. I don’t like referring to it as depression, cause that really does sound depressing. I prefer reenacting it as having been attacked by a dementor. To quote Dr Sheldon Cooper, “What’s life without whimsy?”Β My usual way to get rid of that sinking feeling was to help others, and whilst I was in college, it was pretty easy as everyone needed help with an assignment or so, a way to distract myself and focus on everyone else’s problems. It was a good remedy for the most part, something that helped me sleep.

{One can never go wrong by listening to Florence + the Machine}

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