🌸✨ Kathy's Writing Nook 🐚🍄

🌸 hi new friends!! welcome to my little garden of fiction 🌸 i’m Kathy (pen name!) and this blog is where i share all things related to my stories, inspirations, chaotic character headcanons, writing woes, and sparkly ramblings.

you can find my books here: 📖 The Price of Pride (J. Potter AU) 📖 The Second Born (B. Bridgerton AU) 📖 Echoes of the Enchanted Sea (Fantasy/Adventure)

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December 20, 1977

Winter break is here, and I'm exhausted. It's been a tough semester, with NEWTs and the growing worry about the war. I keep thinking about what Remus said back in the Hospital Wing last year, about me being someone "large" and "bright". It's the kind of thing that makes me feel like I matter.

I spent a lot of time this year with the girls in our common room nest. Lily charmed candles to float around us, Marlene ate Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, and Dorcas brought out her smuggled herbs. Lily braided my hair and put little silver star and moon charms in it. It's those small moments, when we're all together, that feel like home.

September 1, 1977

We're back. King's Cross was the usual mess of screaming and chaos. James and Sirius were immediately in their element, yelling for Remus and Peter. I felt a familiar wave of being in my brother's shadow, but I also felt a quiet determination. This is my year. I'm going to prove I'm more than just "Potter's Little Chaos". My room at home already looks the part—books on astrology and botany next to my favorite Muggle rock posters. I can’t wait to dive into more advanced Divination texts.

On the train, the boys were already causing a ruckus. They hexed Snape’s robes bubble-gum pink. Of course, McGonagall showed up. I had to step in and try to talk my way out of it, which I’ve gotten pretty good at. She told me I was doing "too much right… for all the wrong people". It stung a bit, but I know she’s right. I'm always saving their skins. But it’s hard not to, they’re my family.

August 15, 1977

The summer feels like it’s stretching on forever, but it’s already got that sad, end-of-summer taste. It’s warm, but there’s a coldness just under the surface, a whisper of things to come. Dorcas mentioned some whispers about a dark wizard rising, and the attacks on Muggleborns and Half-bloods have me on edge. It’s easy to forget when we’re all at the lake house, sunburnt and barefoot, pretending we’re just kids.

I was braiding daisies into Dorcas’s hair when Sirius, being Sirius, picked me up and carried me into the lake. He called me the "Queen of the Lake" and said he’d welcome me haunting him if he dropped me. I swore I wouldn’t get sucked into his charm, but standing there on his shoulders, with the sun on my face and his hands on my knees, it was easy to forget everything. For a second, my heart actually skipped a beat. It's a stupid, illogical crush, a part of me knows that, but another part of me feels like it’s a bad Muggle soap opera I can’t stop watching.

I write for the rebels, the dreamers, and anyone who’s ever felt like they didn’t quite fit.

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These characters aren’t just figments of imagination — they’re reflections of courage and chaos, wrapped in ambition and heartache.

I write because stories reveal the messy truths behind the magic — about power, love, and the chaos that shapes us all.

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I love slow-burn romances, fierce friendships, and female leads who carve their own paths in worlds that try to contain them.