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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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ok so that EW "All the Juicy Details" photo of Charithra reaching for a strawberry???!! is 100% on a kink in your step's Respectful Rake Edwina's tinder profile, from either her regency era themed birthday party or that Halloween she carried around a pillow with this look and was like "I'm a pillow princess isn't that hILARIOUS hahahehe" anddd it's on her Insta with the caption: It's Ms. StealYourGirl 🥰🍓❤️

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ps your hunting look is fueggoooo and pps, can't stop picturing Jorja Smith as Josie Bagwell (can you tell how much I am living for the soft queer ho Edwina universe)!

First off thank you for validating my vanity. I love and adore all of you.

Oh do you mean this picture?

a kink in your step Edwina is a soft lil Rake, whose tinder is blowing up when she slides on in there at 18 as a soft baby gay (A little before The start of our story) and she is cleaning up on the tinder market.

And she's having a happy healthy dating life until she meets Josie Bagwell (love Jorja Smith as a face clim) at Kate's concert in Cardiff when she's around 24 (A few years after she wrote her debut Novel). And just for a moment let's imagine the pure majesty of Josie's 16 year old sister Sarah (Kate Sharma's #1 fan) having to go back to school after spending the Christmas break in Kent and most people have seen the picture on instagram of her with Kate, Edmund on her shoulders. And finally after a full day of How do you know Kate Sharma? How do you know Kate sharma? How do you know Kate Sharma ? She finally snaps and says

"Her sister and my sister are gay together! Shut the fuck up!"

But! ... I feel like we owe it to ourselves to see Kate and Mary discovering soft Hoe Edwina's Tinder profile

"Why the fuck is your phone blowing up today?"

Kate scoffed, sat on the sofa in the front room they'd grown up in, her elbow in Edwina's ribs swatted away.

"Girls." Their mother warned dryly, not even looking up from her own book.

"Kate's hitting me." Edwina teased, smirking at her sister who scoffed indignantly, wrapping her arm around her in a headlock.

"I'm barely touching the little duck, Mary, don't worry."

"Okay darling."

"Mum! You always take Kate's side!" She couldn't help but feel a little indignant, a grown adult, tucked under her sister's armpit reaching for her phone, their mother watching with a slightly amused look.

"Do I?" She hummed, a smirk on her face, "I'm sorry you suffered so much, darling, eighteen isn't too old for adoption surely."

Edwina rolled her eyes, something tugging in her chest. It was a joke, of course it was, but she couldn't help it.She hadn't realised until she'd gone to university and become more active in the queer community how much her family really did love her unconditionally. Endless stories from her friends of their parents who' claimed to love them until they'd come out, and then they'd been shown the door. Or parents who feigned deafness when they spoke about their same sex partners. Stories of I love you, but I can't love this. And she almost felt guilty in a way, because instead she had a mother who'd shut the door on her aunt just three months ago when she'd blustered into the house.

"Mary! I just saw Edwina kissing someone on the street three blocks from here!"

Edwina's heart had stuttered in her chest, shame welling there, her eyes flicking nervously to her mother, waiting for the Edwina, darling, maybe you could just do this in private but it never came.

Instead she'd raised her eyebrows and said, in a very mild tone "Did you really?"

Edwina had felt Kate stiffen beside her at the table, as their aunt had said, "It was a girl Mary, she went home with a girl."

Silence had echoed through the kitchen for a very long moment, Edwina staring back at her Mother, who'd frozen, staring back at her Aunt Mum please, please still love me, I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again where other people can-

"Edwina?" She'd turned towards her, eyebrow raised, arms crossed across her chest and Edwina could barely feel Kate's arm tight on her arm. "Sweetheart did you go home with a girl last night?"

Edwina hadn't been able to do anything but nod.

"Did you have fun? She was nice?"

"Yeah, yeah um- I had fun."

"Yeah you did!" Kate kissed the top of her head at the exact same time their mother had smiled, turning back to the other woman with a shrug,

"Thanks for letting us know!"

The second her Aunt had stormed off her mother had kissed the top of her head her voice gentle, "I'm so proud of you and I want you to be exactly who you are, because you're perfect. My girls are perfect."

"Ooooo... Edwina Sharma!" Kate's voice was nothing short of delighted, her eyes bright as she stared down at her. "You're seeking out impressionable young women on tinder!"

Edwina rolled her eyes, at her own brandished phone the notifications clearly present, "Bold of you to assume they aren't seeking me out."

"Mary, our little duckling is impressive with the ladies when we go out, it's important to me that you know she's using her genetic gifts to her full advantage." Kate hummed.

"A chip off the old block then." Their mother said mildly, Edwina's cheeks burning as Kate cackled.

"There's only one way to find out if that's true Eddie: Mary and I need to see this profile."

Edwina rolled her eyes, holding her phone out, "Fine. I have nothing to be ashamed of."

"You don't." Kate agreed over her shoulder, "Emily thinks you look one two three four five tongue emojis good."

Edwina smirked just a little, handing her phone back to her sister, trying not to look embarrassed as her mother finally put her book down, peering over Kate's shoulder, and almost at once they guffawed.

"Eddie fuck off."

"Katie!" Mary Admonished lightly,

"I'm sorry, but Mary!" Kate said gesturing wildly, "Eddie, you're the aggressor here! I nearly swiped you!"

Edwina scoffed. "It's like... two really good pictures."

"It's your eyes. Those are screaming Come to bed with me!"

"Hardly, Kate."

"And this part! Don't let the picture fool you, definitely not a pillow princess. Edwina!"

"That is damning." Their mother hummed.

And maybe it should have been awkward but it didn't feel like anything but love when Kate cackled.

"You're a little baby hoe, and I'm so proud of you."

#a kink in your step #edwina sharma #kate sharma #kate sheffield #mary sharma #sharma family feels #molly's asks and answers

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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The Ballerina and the B-girl Part 11 (Branjie) - Starsha

a/n: so I got some requests for an engagement/ wedding instalment, so my brain spat out this. This one shot is mostly told from Nina’s perspective as Brooke confides in her regarding important stages in her relationship with Vanessa (the crush, becoming girlfriends, moving in together and most importantly, planning the engagement). The actual engagement is in here too for your consideration ;)

Nina West was most defiantly two things. One, she was the best friend of Ms Brooklyn Hytes, CEO of Biomics Engineering Company and deep down hopeless romantic. Two, she was the leading world expert on said best friend’s relationship with Vanessa Mateo.

—The crush —

It was a gradual process, obtaining all this knowledge. It began over lunch one day, when Brooke came out with something that shocked the living daylights out of Nina.

“So I think that I might have a slight crush on someone” Brooke mentioned casually, almost making Nina choke on her spaghetti.

“YOU have a crush?!” Nina spluttered in complete shock. This was her best friend she was talking to, the bitch had never had anything more than a one night stand since they had become friends in college, completely by Brooke’s choice. This was a woman who’s longest relationship was with her houseplant Trevor.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist about it Nina, I just met someone who I think I might actually want to get to know. You know, further than what they look like with clothes off” Brooke replied with a slight blush.

Nina started at her usually cold-hearted bitch of a best friend dumbfounded. Whoever this woman is, she must be something special to be giving Brooke butterflies.

“Ok then, well lets start with how you guys met and work from there?” Nina probed, and Brooke fell into telling her about the short and sassy Latino girl from the dance studio, about how they had flirted, about how Brooke would be seeing her again same time same place presumably.

“Well girl, you going to ask her out?” Nina suggested. Brooke looked at her with amusement and a dabble of hesitation.

“I mean, I’ll be sleeping with her at some point this Saturday there’s no doubt about that. Better see what she’s like in bed before I do anything too drastic” she replied with a hearty laugh. Nina joined in and rolled her eyes, that was the Brooke that she knew.

—Becoming girlfriends—

Nina received a phone call from Brooke on Sunday afternoon. She picked up quickly, eager to hear about how her little rendezvous with the sexy Latino from the dance studio. She envied Brooke’s goddess-like ability to pick up women, she swore that all the blonde had to do was bat her eyelashes and say anything in her Canadian accent to get the girls to open their legs for her.

“So how’d it go?” she asked.

“Girl,” Brooke started, and Nina knew this was going to be a juicy conversation, “fucking unbelievable. Haven’t had sex that good in a hot minute. She’s such a little minx, swaying her perfect little hips and looking up at me with those big brown eyes, pouting, BOTH daddy and praise kinks…damn”

Nina chuckled at that, deciding to probe further.

“My real question is, did she stay the night?” Brooke usually kicked women out of bed the minute she had finished having her way with them, so Nina was very intrigued to learn that this woman had not only stayed the night, but Brooke had fucked her again (twice) the next morning, made her breakfast AND driven her home! It was like she was talking to a different person!

“Bitch…sounds like you’re really into this girl” Nina mused in disbelief.

“I really am Nina, I’m so fucking confused but honestly don’t even care! She’s taking me out on Wednesday, she’s the kind of girl who’s going to want a relationship outta this. And I think that’s what I want too. But relationships aren’t my gig you know? I really like Vanessa and it’s kinda scaring the shit out of me” Brooke’s voice broke slightly, a change from her usual no-nonsense confidence.

“Brooklyn, as your best friend I can tell you that you would be an amazing girlfriend. I know deep down under that professional ice-queen front you got going on that you are a hopeless romantic. You want someone to spoil, someone to go home to. So you should go for it with this Vanessa girl. Go all in, and see where the ride takes you”

Brooklyn fell quiet at that, before thanking Nina and agreeing that she may as well board the Vanessa rollercoaster and see what the ride would bring.

—Moving in together—

It was 11 months later and Nina boastfully took credit for helping Brooke make the best decision of her life. The blonde was head over heels for Vanessa Mateo, sparing no expense or time when it came to the brunette. They had been on holiday together, Nina and Yvie joining the couple and Vanessa’s best friends, and Nina had seen first hand just how whipped her best friend was. She would probably jump off a cliff if Vanessa told her to.

So it was not a surprise when Brooke organised for them to meet for coffee a week before Vanessa’s birthday to ask for some advice.

“Nina, I think I want to ask Vanessa to move in with me on her birthday. Is it too soon? Am i crazy? She loves living with her friends and what if they think I’m trying to take her away from them?” she rattled out all her insecurities as Nina nodded her heart in solidarity.

“Brooke, that girl is absolutely smitten with you. In no universe would she say no to moving in. I think it’s a great idea! You are at each others basically every night anyways, so why not just ask her?”

Brooke considered for a minute before shaking her head.

“You’re right Nina. I can do this, I’m gunna do this. Oh fuck I’m going to do this! I’m asking Vanessa to move in with me!” she practically squealed with excitement and Nina’s heart grew two sizes seeing her best friend this happy.

—Planning the engagement —

It was four years down the track, Brooke and Vanessa leading up to their 5 year anniversary. Nina had noticed a change in Brooke’s behaviour, she seemed more stiff and anxious than usual. So she decided to ask why.

“Nina, I’m about to tell you a secret and I swear to gay god if you tell anyone I will ruin you” Brooke replied and Nina looked back with wide eyes and a nod. Brooke took a deep breath before continuing.

“I’m going to ask Vanessa to marry me on our anniversary” to which Nina squealed and threw her arms around her best friend. She had suspected this was coming, but hearing that Brooke was actually going to do it and had a planned date had her insides bubbling with glee.

“Brooke I’m so happy for you!! What are you going to say? Have you got a ring yet? Where are you going to do it?” All of the questions fell out of Nina’s mouth before she could stop them. Brooke just laughed heartily and brought out her phone to show Nina a picture of a beautiful diamond ring, which judging from the size and exquisite detailing cost an absolute shitload. It was stunning, yet very unique, and one look at it told Nina that it was so perfect for Vanessa.

“Do you think she’ll love it? I hope she does. I’m planning to take her to the studio where we first met, I’ve rented the place out for the night. We’ll have the cutest little candlelit picnic there ever was, all her favourite foods, some nice champagne…And then the plan is to get down on one knee and all that shit, but I can see myself chickening out. This isn’t some business deal that if the client says no then that’s fine, this is Vanessa. If she said no then I would be devastated” Brooke worried her lip and Nina placed a reassuring had on hers.

“Brooke, she will absolutely adore that ring, and she WILL say yes because she absolutely adores you. I’m not just saying that as your best friend, I’m saying that as someone who has been here through the entirety of your relationship, watched it grow and blossom into the beautiful thing that it is today. Just forewarning I am going to cry at all functions wedding related, as I sure you already predicted”

Brooke chuckled at that and pulled Nina into a hug.

“Thank you. We can get you some strong setting spray for the day if she says yes, can’t have my maid of honour looking a mess”

Nina returned the hug with glee and found herself not being able to wait for her favourite smitten idiots to finally take this step.

—The engagement—

The night had gone to plan so far. That dance studio had been booked, the picnic had been a success with seafood and cookies galore, the champagne had been expensive and flowing, just enough to give Brooke the courage to do the unimaginable for her 5 years ago. She and Vanessa were slow dancing together lost in each others eyes, when Brooklyn made the decision that she could do this, she was ready. She pulled away from Vanessa, the shorter girl looking at her with a confused expression. Before she could ask why, Brooke pulled the ringbox out from her pantsuit pocket, getting down on one knee.

The mixed look of shock and delight on Vanessa’s face was all the encouragement she needed to pop the most important question of her life.

“Vanessa, I love you with all my heart and these last five years have been the best of my life. I couldn’t imagine my future without you in it. Baby, will you marry me?”

Vanessa practically yelled “YES” before jumping into Brooke’s arms. The ballet dancer spun her around, before placing her back onto the ground. They were both teary eyed as Brooke eased the ring onto Vanessa’s finger, before bringing her hand up to her lips to kiss. All she knew in that moment was that her future was Vanessa, and she had never been so happy in her life.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #nina west #lesbian au #engagement #the ballerina and the b girl #starsha #submission #dance au #s11

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thehungrykat1 · 5 years

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The KTG Celebrates New Year’s Party at OZ Bar in Holiday Inn Makati

Our fun and exciting group of bloggers and media personalities called the Kain Tulog Gang (KTG) celebrated its annual New Year’s Party last January 16, 2019 at the OZ Bar in Holiday Inn & Suites Makati. December is usually too busy and hectic so we always have our get-together after all the Christmas parties and activities are finished. This year, we had our party at a more vibrant and energetic venue filled with savoury treats and overflowing beverages.

Oz Bar is the trendy roof deck pool bar of Holiday Inn & Suites Makati located on the 24th floor where you can indulge in your favorite drinks and their specially crafted cocktail selection. These can be paired with their sumptuous bar snacks while enjoying the magnificent view and listening to chill out music. Holiday Inn Makati is just adjacent to the Glorietta 1 shopping mall so you don’t even have to be staying at the hotel to enjoy this cool hangout spot.

Aside from being a great place for a nightcap, OZ Bar can also function as an events and party venue since it also has an indoor area where the buffet or cocktails can be set up just beside the bar.

I was so happy to see the girls of The KTG once again, the first time we all met this year. It had been quite a long Christmas break so it’s nice to be with my friends once again who have been like family over the past few years.

The bar was open the entire evening so we all got our favorite drinks and cocktails like the Singapore Sling (left) and the Tequila Sunrise (right). One of my favorites that night was the Amaretto Sour and I do remember ordering a number of glasses for myself. Other standout cocktails include the Piña Colada, Mojito, Old Fashioned, and a lot more.

Beers and Sparkling Wines were also laid out at the bar so we can just indulge in our favorite bubblies while catching up with our friends. Oz Bar comes with its own sound system so you can play music or set up a small stage for hosting programs and activities.

They also have a Happy Hour Gin Promotion which offers Buy 1 Take 1 deals on their gin cocktails from 5:00pm to 8:00pm daily for only P450 nett. Choose from their featured gins of the month like the Bombay Sapphire, Martin Millers, Four Pillars, and Hendricks Gin.

Those who want friendlier drinks can also choose from their wide selection of juices, teas, sodas, and fruit shakes like the Chocolate Banana Milkshake topeed with chocolate syrup and lots of whipped cream.

Hosting our party was the lovely and always gracious Lady Bess Howe, Director of Public Relations at Holiday Inn & Suites Makati. Ms. Bess is one of my favorite PR persons and I am grateful to count her as one of my personal friends, so this was truly a special night.

Our buffet dinner was set up with a selection of appetizers, main dishes, and desserts courtesy of Holiday Inn & Suites culinary team.

We started with some canapes like the Smoked Farmer’s Ham and pickled pomery mustard on bread. I particularly liked the Smoked Salmon on Rye Bread which came with fresh and sweet slices of salmon.

Bar chows and some finger food were also on the table including the Quiche Lorraine, Spice Chili con Carne Empanaditas, and the Breaded Chicken Wings with Honey Wasabi Mayo. The chicken lollipops were a nice addition to the lineup since I usually only see this at children’s parties.

The Baked Creamy Chicken and Spinach Cannelloni with Parmesan Cheese was a creamy and cheesy pasta dish to go along with the Seafood Paella as part of the main dishes. The paella was filled with delectable seafood.

The highlight of the buffet table was definitely the Cooked U.S. Beef Chuck Roll marinated with herb and mustard gravy sauce. These were sliced and served to the guests at the carving station and I just had to go back for seconds, and thirds.

There were more items waiting for us outside as the grill was fired up for the Tuna and Vegetable Kebabs marinated in lemon garlic herbs olive oil. These delicious skewers were also joined by the juicy Hawaiian Pork Baby Ribs marinated in barbecue pineapple sauce and a couple of Assorted German Sausages as well.

We still had room for desserts so Holiday Inn & Suites specially made this giant Cake Pop Tree filled with gold and silver cake pops for The KTG. We really love the personalized effort the hotel gives every time we visit and that is what guests of the hotel can also expect when they stay here.

The dessert section was filled with delightful treats from their pastry chefs like the signature Ube Cheesecake which I always enjoy from Flavors Restaurant. The Crepe Samurai is another familiar dessert item here, and they also introduced their new Mini Crockies.

To complete our evening, a raffle contest was also held offering great prizes for lucky guests which included food items, buffet certificates at Flavors Restaurant, and an overnight stay for two at Holiday Inn & Suites Makati! Richie Zamora from The Pickiest Eater in the World, who was celebrating his birthday that week, ended up with the grand staycation prize!

Congratulations to the raffle winners and thank you so much to Ms. Bess Howe and Holiday Inn & Suites Makati for hosting our KTG New Year’s Party (photos from Jane Chua). There were a lot of other KTG members missing that night, but I really enjoyed the great company and the fabulous party venue, especially with all the cocktails we ended up drinking. Cheers and Happy New Year!

OZ Bar at Holiday Inn Makati

24/F Roof Deck, Holiday Inn & Suites Makati, Palm Drive, Ayala Center, Makati

909-0888 ext 72001

www.holidayinn.com/makati

www.facebook.com/HolidayInnMakati

#OZBarDrinksandChow #HolidayInnMakati #HolidayInn #TheKTG #Hotel #Bar #Party #Venue #Rooftop #Cocktails #Gin

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wheretfisknk · 4 years

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did y’all see ms. juicy baby wish Bobby a happy birthday?

#this is so funny #a queen #kim jiwon #bobby #ikon #ikon bobby

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lesbianrewrites · 7 years

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Sorcerer’s Stone Chapter 04

*disclaimer* This is a project done for fun, and none of these characters/works belong to me. I do not claim to own any of the material on this page.

This is a Lesbian edit of Harry Potter by J.K Rowling.

Chapters will be posted every other day around 9-10pm EST.

Google doc version can be found here. The chapter can also be found under the cut. Enjoy!

The Keeper Of The Keys

BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.

“Where’s the cannon?” he said stupidly.

There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands — now they knew what had been in the long, thin package he had brought with them.

“Who’s there?” he shouted. “I warn you — I’m armed!”

There was a pause. Then —

SMASH!

The door was hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.

A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.

The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise of the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.

“Couldn’t make us a cup o’ tea, could yeh? It’s not been an easy journey. …”

He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen with fear.

“Budge up, yeh great lump,” said the stranger.

Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon.

“An’ here’s Hayley!” said the giant.

Hayley looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.

“Las’ time I saw you, you was only a baby,” said the giant. “Yeh look a lot like Jamie, but yeh’ve got Lily’s eyes.”

Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise.

“I demand that you leave at once, sir!” he said. “You are breaking and entering!”

“Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune,” said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the gun out of Uncle Vernon’s hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it had been made of rubber, and threw it into a corner of the room.

Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

“Anyway — Hayley,” said the giant, turning his back on the Dursleys, “a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summat fer yeh here — I mighta sat on it at some point, but it’ll taste all right.”

From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Hayley opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Hayley written on it in green icing.

Hayley looked up at the giant. She meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to her mouth, and what she said instead was, “Who are you?”

The giant chuckled.

“True, I haven’t introduced meself. Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts.”

He held out an enormous hand and shook Hayley’s whole arm.

“What about that tea then, eh?” he said, rubbing his hands together. “I’d not say no ter summat stronger if yeh’ve got it, mind.”

His eyes fell on the empty grate with the shriveled chip bags in it and he snorted. He bent down over the fireplace; they couldn’t see what he was doing but when he drew back a second later, there was a roaring fire there. It filled the whole damp hut with flickering light and Hayley felt the warmth wash over her as though she’d sunk into a hot bath.

The giant sat back down on the sofa, which sagged under his weight, and began taking all sorts of things out of the pockets of his coat: a copper kettle, a squashy package of sausages, a poker, a teapot, several chipped mugs, and a bottle of some amber liquid that he took a swig from before starting to make tea. Soon the hut was full of the sound and smell of sizzling sausage. Nobody said a thing while the giant was working, but as he slid the first six fat, juicy, slightly burnt sausages from the poker, Dudley fidgeted a little. Uncle Vernon said sharply, “Don’t touch anything he gives you, Dudley.”

The giant chuckled darkly.

“Yer great puddin’ of a son don’ need fattenin’ anymore, Dursley, don’ worry.”

He passed the sausages to Hayley, who was so hungry she had never tasted anything so wonderful, but she still couldn’t take her eyes off the giant. Finally, as nobody seemed about to explain anything, she said, “I’m sorry, but I still don’t really know who you are.”

The giant took a gulp of tea and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Call me Hagrid,” he said, “everyone does. An’ like I told yeh, I’m Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts — yeh’ll know all about Hogwarts, o’ course.”

“Er — no,” said Hayley.

Hagrid looked shocked.

“Sorry,” Hayley said quickly.

“Sorry?” barked Hagrid, turning to stare at the Dursleys, who shrank back into the shadows. “It’s them as should be sorry! I knew yeh weren’t gettin’ yer letters but I never thought yeh wouldn’t even know abou’ Hogwarts, fer cryin’ out loud! Did yeh never wonder where yer parents learned it all?”

“All what?” asked Hayley.

“ALL WHAT?” Hagrid thundered. “Now wait jus’ one second!”

He had leapt to his feet. In his anger he seemed to fill the whole hut. The Dursleys were cowering against the wall.

“Do you mean ter tell me,” he growled at the Dursleys, “that this girl — this girl! — knows nothin’ abou’ — about ANYTHING?”

Hayley thought this was going a bit far. She had been to school, after all, and her marks weren’t bad.

“I know some things,” she said. “I can, you know, do math and stuff.”

But Hagrid simply waved his hand and said, “About our world, I mean. Your world. My world. Yer parents’ world.”

“What world?”

Hagrid looked as if he was about to explode.

“DURSLEY!” he boomed.

Uncle Vernon, who had gone very pale, whispered something that sounded like “Mimblewimble.” Hagrid stared wildly at Hayley.

“But yeh must know about yer parents,” he said. “I mean, they’re famous. You’re famous.”

“What? My — my parent’s weren’t famous, were they?”

“Yeh don’ know … yeh don’ know …” Hagrid ran his fingers through his hair, fixing Hayley with a bewildered stare.

“Yeh don’ know what yeh are?” he said finally.

Uncle Vernon suddenly found his voice.

“Stop!” he commanded. “Stop right there, sir! I forbid you to tell the girl anything!”

A braver man than Vernon Dursley would have quailed under the furious look Hagrid now gave him; when Hagrid spoke, his every syllable trembled with rage.

“You never told her? Never told her what was in the letter Dumbledore left fer her? I was there! I saw Dumbledore leave it, Dursley! An’ you’ve kept it from her all these years?”

“Kept what from me?” said Hayley eagerly.

“STOP! I FORBID YOU!” yelled Uncle Vernon in panic.

Aunt Petunia gave a gasp of horror.

“Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh,” said Hagrid. “Hayley — yer a witch.”

There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and the whistling wind could be heard.

“I’m a what?” gasped Hayley.

“A witch, o’ course,” said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower, “an’ a thumpin’ good’un, I’d say, once yeh’ve been trained up a bit. With parents like yours, what else would yeh be? An’ I reckon it’s abou’ time yeh read yer letter.”

Hayley stretched out her hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Ms. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea. She pulled out the letter and read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Questions exploded inside Hayley’s head like fireworks and she couldn’t decide which to ask first. After a few minutes she stammered, “What does it mean, they await my owl?”

“Gallopin’ Gorgons, that reminds me,” said Hagrid, clapping a hand to his forehead with enough force to knock over a cart horse, and from yet another pocket inside his overcoat he pulled an owl — a real, live, rather ruffled-looking owl — a long quill, and a roll of parchment. With his tongue between his teeth he scribbled a note that Hayley could read upside down:

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Given Hayley her Letter.

Taking her to buy her things tomorrow.

Weather’s horrible. Hope you’re well.

Hagrid

Hagrid rolled up the note, gave it to the owl, which clamped it in its beak, went to the door, and threw the owl out into the storm. Then he came back and sat down as though this was as normal as talking on the telephone.

Hayley realized her mouth was open and closed it quickly.

“Where was I?” said Hagrid, but at that moment, Uncle Vernon, still ashen-faced but looking very angry, moved into the firelight.

“She’s not going,” he said.

Hagrid grunted.

“I’d like ter see a great Muggle like you stop her,” he said.

“A what?” said Hayley, interested.

“A Muggle,” said Hagrid, “it’s what we call nonmagic folk like them. An’ it’s your bad luck you grew up in a family o’ the biggest Muggles I ever laid eyes on.”

“We swore when we took her in we’d put a stop to that rubbish,” said Uncle Vernon, “swore we’d stamp it out of her! Witch indeed!”

“You knew?” said Hayley. “You knew I’m a — a witch?”

“Knew!” shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. “Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that — that school — and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was — a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!”

She stopped to draw a deep breath and then went ranting on. It seemed she had been wanting to say all this for years.

“Then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had you, and of course I knew you’d be just the same, just as strange, just as — as — abnormal — and then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you!”

Hayley’s dark skin paled. As soon as she found her voice she said, “Blown up? You told me they died in a car crash!”

“CAR CRASH!” roared Hagrid, jumping up so angrily that the Dursleys scuttled back to their corner. “How could a car crash kill Lily an’ Jamie Potter? It’s an outrage! A scandal! Hayley Potter not knowin’ her own story when every kid in our world knows her name!”

“But why? What happened?” Hayley asked urgently.

The anger faded from Hagrid’s face. He looked suddenly anxious.

“I never expected this,” he said, in a low, worried voice. “I had no idea, when Dumbledore told me there might be trouble gettin’ hold of yeh, how much yeh didn’t know. Ah, Hayley, I don’ know if I’m the right person ter tell yeh — but someone’s gotta — yeh can’t go off ter Hogwarts not knowin’.”

He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys.

“Well, it’s best yeh know as much as I can tell yeh — mind, I can’t tell yeh everythin’, it’s a great myst’ry, parts of it. …”

He sat down, stared into the fire for a few seconds, and then said, “It begins, I suppose, with — with a person called — but it’s incredible yeh don’t know her name, everyone in our world knows —”

“Who?”

“Well — I don’ like sayin’ the name if I can help it. No one does.”

“Why not?”

“Gulpin’ gargoyles, Hayley, people are still scared. Blimey, this is difficult. See, there was this witch who went … bad. As bad as you could go. Worse. Worse than worse. Her name was …”

Hagrid gulped, but no words came out.

“Could you write it down?” Hayley suggested.

“Nah — can’t spell it. All right — Voldemort.” Hagrid shuddered. “Don’ make me say it again. Anyway, this — this witch, about twenty years ago now, started lookin’ fer followers. Got ’em, too — some were afraid, some just wanted a bit o’ her power, ’cause she was gettin’ herself power, all right. Dark days, Hayley. Didn’t know who ter trust, didn’t dare get friendly with strange wizards or witches … terrible things happened. She was takin’ over. ’Course, some stood up to her — an’ she killed ’em. Horribly. One o’ the only safe places left was Hogwarts. Reckon Dumbledore’s the only one You-Know-Who was afraid of. Didn’t dare try takin’ the school, not jus’ then, anyway.

“Now, yer parents were as good a pair a witches as I ever knew. Both head girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst’ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get ’em on her side before … probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin’ ter do with the Dark Side.

“Maybe she thought she could persuade ’em … maybe she just wanted ’em outta the way. All anyone knows is, she turned up in the village where you was all living, on Halloween ten years ago. You was just a year old. She came ter yer house an’ — an’ —”

Hagrid suddenly pulled out a very dirty, spotted handkerchief and blew his nose with a sound like a foghorn.

“Sorry,” he said. “But it’s that sad — knew yer parents, an’ nicer people yeh couldn’t find — anyway …

“You-Know-Who killed ’em. An’ then — an’ this is the real myst’ry of the thing — she tried to kill you, too. Wanted ter make a clean job of it, I suppose, or maybe she just liked killin’ by then. But she couldn’t do it. Never wondered how you got that mark on yer forehead? That was no ordinary cut. That’s what yeh get when a powerful, evil curse touches yeh — took care of yer parents an’ yer house, even — but it didn’t work on you, an’ that’s why yer famous, Hayley. No one ever lived after she decided ter kill ’em, no one except you, an’ she’d killed some o’ the best witches an’ wizards of the age — the McKinnons, the Bones, the Prewetts — an’ you was only a baby, an’ you lived.”

Something very painful was going on in Hayley’s mind. As Hagrid’s story came to a close, she saw again the blinding flash of green light, more clearly than she had ever remembered it before — and she remembered something else, for the first time in her life: a high, cold, cruel laugh.

Hagrid was watching her sadly.

“Took yeh from the ruined house myself, on Dumbledore’s orders. Brought yeh ter this lot …”

“Load of old tosh,” said Uncle Vernon. Hayley jumped; she had almost forgotten that the Dursleys were there. Uncle Vernon certainly seemed to have got back his courage. He was glaring at Hagrid and his fists were clenched.

“Now, you listen here, girl,” he snarled, “I accept there’s something strange about you, probably nothing a good beating wouldn’t have cured — and as for all this about your parents, well, they were weirdos, no denying it, and the world’s better off without them in my opinion — asked for all they got, getting mixed up with these wizarding types — just what I expected, always knew they’d come to a sticky end —”

But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat. Pointing this at Uncle Vernon like a sword, he said, “I’m warning you, Dursley — I’m warning you — one more word …”

In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant, Uncle Vernon’s courage failed again; he flattened himself against the wall and fell silent.

“That’s better,” said Hagrid, breathing heavily and sitting back down on the sofa, which this time sagged right down to the floor.

Hayley, meanwhile, still had questions to ask, hundreds of them.

“But what happened to Vol-, sorry — I mean, You-Know-Who?”

“Good question, Hayley. Disappeared. Vanished. Same night she tried ter kill you. Makes yeh even more famous. That’s the biggest myst’ry, see … she was gettin’ more an’ more powerful — why’d she go?

“Some say she died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if she had enough human left in her to die. Some say she’s still out there, bidin’ her time, like, but I don’ believe it. People who was on her side came back ter ours. Some of ’em came outta kinda trances. Don’ reckon they could’ve done if she was comin’ back.

“Most of us reckon she’s still out there somewhere but lost her powers. Too weak to carry on. ’Cause somethin’ about you finished her, Hayley. There was somethin’ goin’ on that night she hadn’t counted on — I dunno what it was, no one does — but somethin’ about you stumped her, all right.”

Hagrid looked at Hayley with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Hayley, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A witch? Her? How could she possibly be? She’d spent her life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if she was really a wizard, why hadn’t they been turned into warty toads every time they’d tried to lock her in her cupboard? If she’d once defeated the greatest sorceress in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick her around like a football?

“Hagrid,” she said quietly, “I think you must have made a mistake. I don’t think I can be a witch.”

To her surprise, Hagrid chuckled.

“Not a witch, eh? Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?”

Hayley looked into the fire. Now she came to think about it … every odd thing that had ever made her aunt and uncle furious with her had happened when she, Hayley, had been upset or angry … chased by Dudley’s gang, she had somehow found herself out of their reach … dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, she’d managed to make it grow back … and the very last time Dudley had hit her, hadn’t she got her revenge, without even realizing she was doing it? Hadn’t she set a boa constrictor on him?

Hayley looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at her.

“See?” said Hagrid. “Hayley Potter, not a witch — you wait, you’ll be right famous at Hogwarts.”

But Uncle Vernon wasn’t going to give in without a fight.

“Haven’t I told you xhe’s not going?” he hissed. “She’s going to Stonewall High and she’ll be grateful for it. I’ve read those letters and she needs all sorts of rubbish — spell books and wands and —”

“If she wants ter go, a great Muggle like you won’t stop her,” growled Hagrid. “Stop Lily an’ Jamie Potter’s daughter goin’ ter Hogwarts! Yer mad. Her name’s been down ever since she was born. She’s off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and she won’t know herself. She’ll be with youngsters of her own sort, fer a change, an’ she’ll be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had, Albus Dumbled—”

“I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HER MAGIC TRICKS!” yelled Uncle Vernon.

But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, “NEVER —” he thundered, “— INSULT — ALBUS — DUMBLEDORE — IN — FRONT — OF — ME!”

He brought the umbrella swishing down through the air to point at Dudley — there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Hayley saw a curly pig’s tail poking through a hole in his trousers.

Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them.

Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard.

“Shouldn’ta lost me temper,” he said ruefully, “but it didn’t work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn’t much left ter do.”

He cast a sideways look at Hayley under his bushy eyebrows.

“Be grateful if yeh didn’t mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts,” he said. “I’m — er — not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin’. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an’ get yer letters to yeh an’ stuff — one o’ the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job —”

“Why aren’t you supposed to do magic?” asked Hayley.

“Oh, well — I was at Hogwarts meself but I — er — got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an’ everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore.”

“Why were you expelled?”

“It’s gettin’ late and we’ve got lots ter do tomorrow,” said Hagrid loudly. “Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an’ that.”

He took off his thick black coat and threw it to Hayley.

“You can kip under that,” he said. “Don’ mind if it wriggles a bit, I think I still got a couple o’ dormice in one o’ the pockets.”

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January: Happy Birthday List

Capricorn (Dec 22-Jan 19) 1: Josette Simon 2: Erica Hubbard, Renée Elise Goldsberry 3: Angelique Perrin, Nicole Beharie 4: Jill Marie Jones, Miss Tina Lawson, Lenora Crichlow, Alexandra Grey, Coco Jones, Sindi Dlathu 5: Ms. Juicy Baby, Olunike Adeliyi 6: Betty Gabriel, Jacqueline Moore, Tiffany Pollard, Armelia McQueen, Tanyell Waivers 7: Blue Ivy Carter, Ruth Negga, Sofia Wylie, Zora Neale Hurston 8: Butterfly McQueen, Ryan Destiny, Cynthia Erivo, Shirley Bassey 9: Amber Ruffin, Flo Milli, Anais Lee/Mirabel Lee 10: Kathleen Bradley, Sisi Stringer, Teresa Graves

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18: Ashleigh Murray, Estelle, Samantha Mumba 19: Simone Missick, Lidya Jewett, Shaunette Renée Wilson

Aquarius (Jan 20-Feb 18) 21: Anastarzia Anaquway 22: Blesnya Minher, Dwan Smith 23: Lanei Chapman 24: Kenya Moore, Tatyana Ali 25: Ariana DeBose, Jenifer Lewis, Tati Gabrielle, Etta James, Alicia Keys, Willow Nightingale 26: Angela Davis, Anita Baker, Bessie Coleman, Ciera Payton, Desiree Burch, Sasha Banks, Zara Cully 27: Betty Adewole 28: Tyra Ferrell 29: Oprah Winfrey 30: Jody Watley, Kylie Bunbury 31: Miss Peppermint, Kerry Washington

List will be updated as needed... I don't know everybody's birthday, and sometimes, the search engine don't either. I be using Google, and if something's wrong, it's wrong until I figure out the right date. Thank you.

Ones left off in 2024, when I made the list:

Vanity, Sindi Dlathu, Tanyell Waivers, Zaraah Abrahams, Zabryna Guevara, Quen Blackwell, Lanei Chapman, Willow Nightingale

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U.S. Angus Prime Rib at The Nostalgia Dining Lounge’s Sunday Lunch Buffet

The Nostalgia Dining Lounge is making weekends more memorable as it launches its new Sunday Lunch Buffet for the entire family. Feast on unlimited servings of U.S. Angus Prime Rib Steak and other delightful dishes as friends and family enjoy the appetizing buffet while gathered in a cozy and cheerful setting for only P999 nett per person. That is such a fantastic deal for an elegant Sunday brunch inside a luxury five-star hotel.

Located at the sixth floor of Oakwood Premier Joy-Nostalg Centre in Ortigas, the Nostalgia Dining Lounge is the place where beautiful memories and tradition are celebrated. From the moment you enter the hallway leading to the restaurant, you are immediately brought back to the past with displays of classic photographs littered throughout its walls. It has been some time since I last visited Oakwood Premier and the Nostalgia Dining Lounge, so I was looking forward to creating some new memories myself, especially with all the mouthwatering dishes at their Sunday Lunch Buffet.

The restaurant is complemented with an ambience of classic art and design, nostalgic music, comfortable surroundings and friendly service that relaxes with good, warm memories. Round tables, lounge chairs, and sofas all serve as dining areas creating a relaxing, rustic and homey atmosphere that looks more like a graceful living room than the usual restaurant layout.

Scattered throughout the Nostalgia Dining Lounge’s classy and elegant interiors are memorabilia that may spark different reactions and feelings depending on its observer. From vintage liquor bottles to old radios to even this prehistoric typewriter, each may have a different connection, lighting up memories and recollections that have been hidden away for so long.

In addition to the main dining room, the Nostalgia Dining Lounge also houses three themed, private function rooms, all with distinct interiors and vibes that represents the international flavour of the main dining lounge. Old Manila is the largest of the function rooms which can accommodate up to fourteen guests. Here, you can experience the Philippine capital as it was years ago, with traditional Filipino furniture and ambience reminiscent of the glory days of the Old Manila.

On the other hand, Cosmopolitan Shanghai is a mix of the old bygone Oriental renaissance and the new, with walls adorned in Chinese hand-painted artwork and vibrant fabric combined with traditional Asian-laced dining furniture. Birthdays and special family celebrations would be perfect inside these private rooms.

My brunch partner that afternoon was Ms. Kyra Cabaero, PR and Marketing Communications Director for Oakwood Premier Manila who showed me around their new Sunday Lunch Buffet which features an international selection of classic favorites. The Nostalgia Dining Lounge actually offers a lunch buffet during weekdays but this is the first time they are expanding this to their Sunday lunch service.

Guests can start their journey at the breads and salad station where you can create your own gourmet salad. You can copy the ingredients from the board, or simply ask any of the servers to prepare your desired salad for you.

Soups and different pastries are also on the table so you can also start with some toasted bread to go along with your hearty bowl of soup.

But it was the Filipino appetizers which really caught my attention. These are scattered throughout the buffet area and I just had to grab a few pieces of crunchy Chicharron, Chicken Skin, and even Danggit. These crackling deep fried pork rind are just so sinfully delicious, especially when dipped in vinegar, and it takes a lot of willpower not to get this entire serving for myself.

Guests from the United States should be happy to find the Philly Cheese Steak which they can combine with some bread to create a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich if they prefer. The Meatloaf is also an American favorite but Filipinos have also grown to love these two comfort food items.

Diners can also visit the live pasta cooking station where they can have their own customized pasta dish prepared a la minute. I had the chefs cook a Spaghetti Carbonara for me, topped with generous servings of bacon and cheese.

The Spanish Paella is an entire meal in itself with loads of shrimp and seafood to go along with its warm rice served straight from a big paella pan. This goes so well with the other viands and dishes at the buffet tables.

One of these is the Salmon with Dill Sauce with its fresh and tender cuts of salmon fillet seared until the skin becomes golden brown.

But who can resist these Salt and Pepper Shrimp that are so crispy and tasty? You can even eat them without peeling off the skin, just remember to remove the heads.

There are also a few Chinese dishes like the Chili Chicken (upper left), Orange Chicken (upper right), and the Sweet and Sour Pork (lower left). Any of these yummy items would be enough for a delicious meal but the Sunday Lunch Buffet of Oakwood Premier Manila lets you have them all. They also have some Japanese Yaki Udon, stir-fried noodles with meat and vegetables, plus Chop Suey for some healthier alternatives.

Another American favorite would be the Baby Back Ribs with its sweet and savory barbecue sauce. I’m sure everyone would love to have these tender ribs on their lunch menu.

But the highlight of the Sunday Lunch Buffet would definitely be this big slab of meat at the carving station called the Prime Rib. My readers know that I am such a big steak lover and I can eat my fair share of steak on any given day.

That’s why the U.S. Angus Prime Rib immediately got my full attention when I entered the buffet area. Guests can have unlimited servings of this gorgeous chunk of beef and I quickly asked the server for a slice. You can also have your prime rib lightly seared to bring out more of its natural flavors and juices. Top it off with mushroom gravy or pepper sauce to complete your meaty feast.

Sunday brunch is usually a family affair, so The Nostalgia Dining Lounge makes sure that kids have their own yummy section. They can indulge in some Mac n’ Cheese and pair it with big juicy Hotdogs.

Children can also get all the Chicken Fingers and Fried Chicken that they want. I’m sure other adults will also be getting these items for themselves.

After having all those scrumptious items, I always make sure to leave room for dessert. Nostalgia Dining Lounge offers a luscious and colorful medley of cakes and sweets like the Chocolate Caramel Cake and the Tiramisu. You can find these alongside fruits, donuts, pudding, and other delectable desserts.

One of the more interesting items was the Whisky Cheesecake with its creamy chocolate cheesecake doused with a slight whisky flavor and aftertaste. Assorted Native Desserts like biko, maja blanca and sapin-sapin are also included together with unlimited scoops of chocolate and ube ice cream to complete this spectacular brunch buffet.

Complimentary coffee or tea is also served to help guests digest all the delicious food that they ate. The Japanese Tea comes with this elegant tea set which even includes a timer so you will know when your tea is ready. The Sunday Lunch Buffet is available every Sunday from 12:00nn to 3:00pm for only P999 nett per person. Buffet rates for children between 6-12 years old are only P400 nett and it is free for kids 5 years old and below. The Nostalgia Dining Lounge is set to become another well-loved family weekend destination that is sure to create lots of happy memories. But my visit to Oakwood Premier was not yet finished, because I then proceeded to check in to my One-Bedroom Suite for a relaxing holiday staycation. More on that here: Elegant and Spacious Holiday Staycation at Oakwood Premier Manila

THE NOSTALGIA DINING LOUNGE

6/F Oakwood Premier Joy-Nostalg Center, 17 ADB Avenue, Ortigas, Pasig

637-7888 loc 8604

www.oakwoodpremiermanila.com

www.facebook.com/OakwoodManila

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