This is part of my Harry Potter fanfiction "There's No Place Like Home," and I thought that i'd post it here... I'm kinda new to LJ, so it might take awhile to get settled in... Yeah.  My main writing...who had passed, standing there in the quiet, soft glory. All Sirius could do was cry for the sixth time, because even he, who had been homeless all his life, knew there was no place like home)  

A hand reached over the ledge and fumbled for a hold. Finding no more vertical surface, it sought a horizontal. Flatness found, it grasped the edge of the cliff and strained. A dirt-stained forearm appeared...have no clue. You could walk through them and they’d not know you were there. Most people just agree to never talk about you. Those that do are laughed at.” “Then prove we are here” and he walked away.

A moment of absolute stillness. Purity of essence both fine and frightening. This is the center before it loses hold, the shock before fight or flight, the disbelief to a dream comes true. It is a balance... Reaction is necessary, decision important. Here! This point, unexpected and terrifying, is where you define yourself. Open you mouth and speak: "No, I don't believe in fairies.  They are real."

The pressure was increasing.  Lily adjusted her shields to accommodate and kept talking.         Most of the rest of the people in the meeting weren't paying attention.  This was ok since they didn't need... As Rachel began, the pressure eased from Lily.  The man across the table continued to stare.         "Can't be him," Lily thought.  She wondered if the unknown actor even realized what she was doing

Rachel hated pagan festivals. So many sensitives in one area attracted incorporeal attention.  The fact that so many of the corporeals seemed to take the festival as an excuse to spout nonsense, dress...Rachel asked "could you tell me something?"       "I can tell you many things," Mon replied. "Is there something specific you wish to know?"       "What does ferret rescue have to do with paganism?"

Silky mist twinging  around who can see it feel it touch it I hear a voice with out a sound who can hear it heed it know it To grasp the touch of needing peace Who can find it accord it love...now without the test of strength, my extended family and love of the goddess/god? I would never be able to help others if I hadn't went through the fire. It is strange how fate brings people together

Sean head the door slam as Cathy came in. Her books crashed to the floor while she unloaded her bag.  A coat went flying towards the couch.  Smiling, he turned the burner on under the tea kettle.      ...the subject. "I didn't see it clearly."        Sean approached her. "You said fey, as in fair folk or fairies."       Cathy cursed herself again.        Sean asked "Do you believe in fairies?

Monica placed a penny on the table between them. "Move it" she said.      Cathy concentrated on the penny. She envisioned it moving in her mind.  Slowly she gathered her will, building determination. ...the door to leave. A strong wind blew into the cafe, tussling hair and upsetting papers. A stack of napkins went flying.  The penny moved 5 inches.      Monica frowned at Cathy. "Delicacy is a virtue."

Lauren was born on the other side of the veil. She was vague and hazy, too heavy and difficult to grasp. The clan mothers consulted and brought forth the patriarch. He called upon the clan’s wise...the child, hoisting it overhead, while making silly noises the entire time. The mother laughed and the baby squealed. If there were lingering doubts, they were forgotten in the work of the day.