Imagery Poem 2018

Warm colours splash my face,

the smell of gum trees and pale yellow fill the air

I can see the orange and the brightness through the glass

I can hear birds along with the continuous melody of song

I feel happy

Happy, happy, happy.

Why do I feel happy?

It’s because I’m safe.

Drarry Fanfiction ;:Chapter 2:;

Harry was still in a bad mood the next day, after his encounter with Draco, nothing seemed to cheer him up. He sat in the common room in total silence, not answering to anyone.
“Harry.” Hermione said sternly, “You can’t keep brooding about this forever.”
Harry grunted, not opening his mouth to speak.
“I don’t think he’s gonna stop anytime soon, Hermione.” Ron said, a look of confusion on his face.
“Well it’s not doing him any good is it?” She snapped, “If he’s not stopping, I won’t try to help him!” She added, getting up and slamming her things onto a desk, scaring a few first and second years.
Ron turned back to Harry, “The only person who can make you brood like this is Malfoy, right?” A slight smirk appeared on his freckled face.
“No.” Harry grunted, “it’s not him.”
“I can tell you’re lying, mate.” Ron rolled his eyes. “It’s got to be Malfoy.”
“It’s not him, Ron.” Harry repeated, “It’s not him.”
“Harry, I’m you’re best friend, I have been for five years, so I can tell when you’re-”
“IT’S NOT HIM, RON” Harry thundered, “IT’S NOT DRACO!”
“Draco? Harry, you never call him that.” Ron said.
“So?” Harry hissed, “I can call him whatever I want.”
Ron chuckled, “Mate, surely you aren’t growing fond of Malfoy.”
“No!” Harry exclaimed, “Are you crazy?”
Harry sighed, “I’m sorry, ok? Just… talking about Draco makes me… uncomfortable.”
Ron winced at the sound of Draco’s name, “It’s ok mate, I should’ve known.”
“Don’t beat yourself up!” Harry smiled, “Hermione, we’re going down to lunch, want to come?”
Hermione looked up from her essay, “Sure, I don’t see why not.” She replied, putting her quill down.
The trio exited the portrait hole, sunlight glistened through the windows, it was a beautiful day at Hogwarts.
They couldn’t wait to eat after being cooped up for in the common room for so long.
They were almost halfway there when a familiar voice rang above the crowd.
“Hey Potter! Hanging out with the Weasel and Mudblood again I see?”
It was Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.
“What does he want.” Harry hissed, “Ron, Hermione, I’ll meet up with you, I can deal with Draco.”
“Draco-?” Hermione began.
“I’ll explain later,” Harry sighed. “Just go.”
Without arguing, the two left Harry and headed towards the great hall.
Harry quickly turned to face Draco.
“I see you’ve begun to use my first name, Potter.” Draco smirked.
“Yeah, so?” Harry hissed.
Draco laughed, “It’s as if you like me!”
“So? I don’t.” Harry looked at Draco, who was at a loss for words. “And I don’t think I ever will.”
He turned around and walked to the great hall.
Harry met his friends at the great hall, the usual chatter growing out any noise coming from outside.
A few minutes later, Draco entered, his face paler and his walk was less stuck up then usual. When he sat down, he didn’t talk, he just stared blankly at his plate.
“What’s gotten into him?” Harry heard a few people whisper.
“What on earth did you do?” Hermione asked, turning back to face Harry.
“I dunno. I just stood up for you.” Harry replied, “He looks kinda heartbroken.”
“I didn’t think he had a heart.” Ron said bitterly.
Hermione looked at Draco and then back at Harry, “It’s not like you to care about him, Harry.”
Harry didn’t say anything for a few seconds, “Is it wrong to care about other people’s feelings?”
“When they’re Malfoy it is.” Ron hissed.
After the school had eaten their lunch, they headed towards the transfiguration classroom.
They patiently waited outside and soon the rest of the class showed up.
The door opened and Mcgonagall ushered the flock of students inside.
Once everyone had found a seat, Mcgonagall tapped the blackboard with her wand.
“Good evening, class.” Mcgonagall began, “Your task today is to turn a rat into a goblet.”
No sooner as she has finished, rats appeared in front of every student.
Harry looked over at Ron who had a look of utter disappointment carved into his face.
“You’ll do it.” Harry assured him.
“No I won’t, I suck at transfiguration.” Ron sighed, looking down at his rat, who was scurrying around the desk.
Harry looked over at Hermione, who was doing the spell perfectly. “Hermione!” Harry whispered. “Hermione!”
He couldn’t get her attention, he sighed and turned back to Ron.
“Just try it!” Harry said, grabbing his own rat and trying out the spell for himself.
After a couple of tries and utter failures, Harry looked at Ron, who had not moved a muscle.
“Ron!” Harry hissed, annoyed at the fact that Ron didn’t even try.
“You know I can’t do transfiguration, Harry!” Ron fumed, “But if you want me to do it so badly, then fine! I will!” Ron raised his wand and violently stabbed the air, muttering a spell.
After his wand has stopped moving his rat flew across the room.
The classroom erupted in laughter, Ron went a delicate yet bright pink, he sank into his seat.
Harry only noticed one person who wasn’t laughing- Draco.

Drarry Fanfiction ;:chapter 1:;

Harry sat there, staring at the back of Draco Malfoy’s head – his mind lost in many thoughts that he could not dissect.
His quill was limp in his hand, his mouth slightly open without him realising, a line of fading ink coming from where his quill left off.
He was tired, that’s all he knew, but he didn’t know it would come down to staring at the back of the bad boy’s head while thinking about everything.
Harry was so lost in thought, the whole world seemed to be blurry – like if you focus on one thing, the world around gets blurry. Harry was focusing on one thing; his thoughts.
He was about to lose all sense of reality when he distantly heard his own name being called.
“Potter!” The voice seemed agitated, “Potter!” It snapped again, more fiercely. His mind suddenly snapped back and he was greeted by the scowl of Draco Malfoy.
“Why on earth where you staring at me?” He hissed, his silver eyes glaring at Harry.
Harry fumbled, trying to get back to his original state.
“I.. um.. I..” He only managed to squeeze out a few words. “I was thinking..?”
Draco groaned, “I don’t have time for your excuses, Potter.”
He turned back to his own work, a few of the other Slytherins who where at his side sniggering as they stared at Harry, imitating his dull look as he was thinking.
Harry felt his face turn red with embarrassment, he just wanted to disappear at that very moment, back into the safe and cozy Gryffindor common room.
Harry continued his work for a good 10 or so minutes before class ended, leaving everyone to do their own thing back in their house common rooms.
Harry returned to the common room, holding a piece of parchment, quill and ink bottle.
He sat at one of the empty desks and began his essay on the Draught of Peace. The book seemed to drag on and on about one single ingredient and how to cut it – which he found very boring.
Ron soon came up to him, placed his parchment (which only had four lines of writing done) and ink bottle down next to Harry. They sat in an awkward silence for a while until Ron broke the awkwardness, “Why exactly where you staring at his head?” He questioned, placing his quill down.
Harry grumbled but reluctantly answered Ron’s question, “I was thinking. That’s it.” He returned to his parchment, constantly looking back from the book to his own writing.
Ron shrugged, not knowing wether to believe this answer or not, but they both continued in the awkward silence once more.
After a painful hour of quill scratching, Harry got up and grabbed his wizard chess set, “Ron, wanna play?” He asked, setting up the chess board.
Ron looked up, he had barely written five more lines, he smiled and got off his chair almost immediately, sitting next to Harry and helping him set up the last few pieces.
They were halfway through their game when Hermione came from the girls’ dormitories, she walked up to the boys and looked down at them. “Why aren’t you doing your homework? It’s important, you know.”
“We know,” Ron replied, not looking away from the chessboard, “You’ve told us about a million times.”
“I got tired, do you know how hard it is to write a 3 page essay on the Draught of Peace? That potion is absolutely impossible to understand,” Harry complained, “it’s also impossible to make!”
“Oh quit complaining, I’ve already finished my essay, I could read what you have and check it.” Hermione offered, “I could do that for you as well, Ron.”
Harry saw Ron’s ears turn a delicate pink, he stared at the chessboard for a good five seconds before saying, “Well, I didn’t complete it since I just didn’t want to.” He completely ignored Hermione’s offer, but Harry accepted it, as long as she didn’t make it look too obvious that she helped.
After Hermione was done, she continued on with her own homework in total silence.
“So quidditch..” Ron paused, “Reckon Slytherin’ll be tough to beat?”
“No, but do you?” Harry asked.
“Maybe, though with Malfoy as their seeker..” Ron took a moment to think, “Well, he won’t have a chance against you. You’re an amazing seeker! He just got on because his farther probably paid the school or something.” He said, putting a good amount of emphasis on the word “farther.”
“Uh. Yeah.” Harry, looked at the remains of the chess pieces. “Yeah..”
Harry bit onto the side of his cheek, why am I feeling so.. uncomfortable? Harry asked himself.
“Though, he might bail.” Ron chuckled before looking up at Harry, who he could see was feeling a great sense of uncomfortableness.
“Anyway..” Ron paused, “You looking forward to our hogsmede trip next weekend?”
“Yeah.” Harry said bluntly. “I hope it’ll be good.”
“Same.” Ron said dully.
Harry began to pack up the wizards chess and soon headed off to bed, with something weighing down his stomach.
The next morning he hurried off to breakfast, where he found Draco and his army of Slytherins all sitting down, sniggering as Draco did an obvious impression of what happened the day before.
Harry put his head down and quickly goes to the furthest point away from them, though their sniggering still ringing in his ears. His face felt warm, he could feel everyone looking at him.
His plan turned out to be an utter failure and Draco managed to find his way close to Harry, “Hey, Potter.” He uttered, smirking. “Potter!”
Harry finally turned around, his face feeling hotter then before.
“What?” He spat, glaring angrily at the Slytherins.
“Oh nothing, I just thought you needed to come back to reality.” Malfoy smirked, his Slytherins all burst out laughing.
Harry cursed under his breath and turned away.
The great hall finally filled with everyone and breakfast started. Harry grabbed the least amount of food he could possibly have and gulped it all down before getting up, tears staring to fill his eyes, and storming out of the hall, still hearing the Slytherins roar with laughter.
Why? Why did I stare at him? Of all people it was him. Harry thought angrily, tears streaming down his red hot face. He walked down the hallways, pushing anyone who was in his way before coming face to face with Draco.
Harry looked at him, wiping the tears away with his sleeve.
“Aww, Potter’s upset now?” Draco sniggered, “You we’re always a crybaby.”
“Stuff it Malfoy.” Harry fumed, “I don’t give a damn about what you think. You don’t.. you don’t..” He trailed off, “You don’t get to manipulate me like that.” He snapped, even more tears rolling down his face as his temper reaching boiling point. Draco wasn’t frowning, his fists weren’t clenched, in fact, he was smiling. “Says who? There aren’t any teachers around.”
Harry reached for his wand, but Draco was quicker, his wand was already raised by the time Harry even touched his.
“Don’t even think about it.” Draco grinned before putting his wand away and heading towards the dungeon.
Harry was fuming all the way to Herbology, where Ron and Hermione finally caught up to him.
Harry quickly wiped the mess off of his face, “Hey..” He stammered, trying to hide the fact that he was just crying.
“We saw you, you looked like you were upset.” Hermione breathed, “are you alright? Is there anything you want to tell us?”
Harry looked at Ron, who gave him a look that said it’s alright, mate.
It’s nothing. I don’t want to tell you anything.” Harry whispered, before going off to find his own table away from his friends.
“It’s not nothing.” Ron said.
“Well, it’s clearly something.” Hermione added before they both went to an empty table to being their lesson.

All kids should be allowed to be whatever they want to be (In this case, a furry)

Do you have a cool interest but you are too afraid to share it? Imagine a world where kids are not afraid to share any unique interest – that would be possible if only you understood what it means to like anthropomorphic animals, also known as the furry fandom.

Many people think that the furry fandom is full of weirdos who never go outside, which is not true! People make friends with people with the same interests – that also counts for the furry fandom.

I, as a furry, have made new friends through videos and just talking about them in general, they helped me find my fursona and let me be myself.

According to Aces of hearts fox (A furry youtuber), at a furry convention, an 11 year old was bullied about having a bad fursuit. A few popufurs (popular furries) contacted them and set up a photo with the kid who was bullied, they even let them use one of their spare tiger fursuits!

In the furry fandom, people can be a lot more creative and express themselves through a fursona, which is an animal representation of yourself or a part of your personality.

In the furry fandom, I have four fursonas:

  • Maple, a nature loving racoon and deer hybrid.
  • Berry, a fruit-loving cat and fruit bat hybrid.
  • Blue, a sad and sensitive wolf.
  • Hallow, a Halloween loving fox.

These fursonas are all small parts of my personality!

Many furries help the community by holding fundraisers, giving convention money to charity and even seeing someone in a giant animal costume can brighten someone’s day!  According to Vice, the furry community is a safe place for all youth to be welcomed with open arms and many teens to be themselves and have fun.

(Read the whole article here)

So come on down and join the fun! Loving anthropomorphic animals is not weird, loving anything unique is not weird, do not let anyone tell you any different! Being yourself is the best part of life!


All Children Should Play a Sport

“All children should play a sport” or should this statement say forced.

Many children do not like to participate in sports, but with parents not listening to their kids, they will never have a say in whether they should play a sport or not, which would cause a massive and negative impact on their emotional state.

Many people, including me, believe that children should have the right to choose if they play a sport or not. If parents force their child to play a sport that they did not want to, the children would not try in that sport and would begin to feel unhappy while doing that sport.

According to the Young Minds Matter study, one in seven or 560 000 young children suffer with anxiety or depression. If the child has anxiety or depression, they would not have the courage to go up to their parents and ask them to quit a sport or to change from one sport to another due to the negative consequences the child will think up.

There are many other ways to build up teamwork and sportsmanship in a child’s mind, such as playing strategy games with others, such as the adventures in Animal Jam or Minecraft.

The skills your child can learn from Minecraft are –

  1. Enhances life skills
  2. Complements school skills
  3. Delivers work skills

The skills your kid can learn from Animal Jam are –

  1. Cyber safety
  2. Teamwork

Let us think beyond the two “main” genders for a while.

What would happen if your kid were transgender, gender fluid or non-binary?

These genders are used by people who do not associate with their birth gender, people who do not want to be associated with any gender and by people who do not care what gender they are.

Many sports, like soccer and ballet, are associated with the two “main” genders – female and male. Kids who are Trans, gender fluid or non-binary will not fit into any sport unless it is a unisex sport. Gender stereotypes will become a big thing if kids are forced to play a sport. Trans, gender fluid and non-binary children will possible be bullied and be led into a state of depression, which would lead them into a higher risk of causing self-harm and even attempted suicide.

In conclusion, many people believe that kids should have a right to choose and not be forced, due to gender stereotypes and kids can learn teamwork and various other skills through online games. So tell us, are you thinking about this? Do you still have the same opinion as before or are you now on the fence?