#definitelynotlowkey

             "It was a mistake, Loki--              We all make them at some point."

Darcy was looking up, watching fireworks that were drawing figures in the night sky, courtesy of Tony Stark for who knew what reason. She wasn't even sure if those were actual fireworks or random stuff exploding, but she had stopped in the middle of the street just like everyone else, bag of chips in hands.  "For a second I thought it was aliens again," she commented, glancing down at one of the men who were standing there as well, before offering him the bag because why the hell not. "Wouldn't be surprised if he blew up Stark Tower for fun. Chips?" 

//DO NOT ADJUST YOUR COMPUTER SCREENS!!!

Lainey Gray/Lainey Stark is undergoing a model change. She's going from the adorable Lindsey Stirling to the equally adorable Mary Kate Wiles.

Why, you may ask? Well, I haven't been able to get many gifs for Lindsey and it's been getting harder and harder to gifs that are right for each post. Also...I'm tech challenged and can't make gifs unless I wanna like...break something so it's a necessary change. I started using Lindsey for Lainey when I just needed pictures for her but things have gotten harder using her here on and gifs are needed. So...a necessary change is coming. I'm perfectly okay with the switch to Mary Kate and I hope you guys like it too (and maybe this change will get more people to want to write with Lainey?...wishful thinking XD).

Harry strolled through London casually, fourth year was about to start and the Slytherin still had yet to purchase his school materials. Of course he had gotten  invitations from his fellow year mates over the summer to hang out and get shopping done together, but he didn't really want them to know of his... muggle situation.  

He checked left and right before pulling his grey sweatshirt hood up in order to cover his face, and darted into the leaky cauldron, breathing a sigh of relief when no muggles or wizards noticed his appearance. Thheplace was as run down as he remembered from when Hagrid brought him here the first time. The fourteen year old coasted by chattering witches and levitating tea cups that were being floated back to the kitchen to be cleaned by a waitress, darting into the back and absently tapping the correct code on the bricks with his finger tip, wands were for pathetic magickals with no talent.