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Help Himmapaan!Guys, guys, I need your help!
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Niroot Puttapipat is from Thailand, and has been working as an illustrator in England for several years. He's the modern incarnation of Arthur Rackham, and has been a huge influence to my own work for the last few years.
The few times I've spoken to him he's been incredibly courteous and helpful to me with my own work. Unfortunately, Niroot is in dire straits right now! He, like many of my fellow artists, is struggling to get by. It's gotten to the point that he has next to nothing to live on, and it breaks my heart. I remember being in that position myself, and people pretty much slithered out of the woodwork to help me out. It was awesome, and if you can help him out now, I'd be so grateful!
You can help him by buying his books, prints, mugs, magnets, and assorted ephemera
The Hideaway, Part Three: Do Not Wake MeLily slept well her first night at the Burrow. Despite being walked on by the Weasley’s cats, and tapped by the children, she slept soundly. Her sleep was haunted by dreams of childhood, of white fences and swing-sets, and of the boy next door lying under the stars with her until sunrise. She woke up in a bittersweet mood – and realized, for the first time in months, that she was not afraid for her life. The safety of the Burrow was incredible: she could literally feel the enchantments in the air, like swirls of warm smoke floating around her. She was quiet as she helped Molly pick berries for breakfast.
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“Is something wrong, love?” Molly asked, brushing her own red hair from her eyes.
“I’m thinking of old memories,” she said. “I had some dreams last night … just thoughtful now, I suppose.”
“Ye have a good childhood, then?”
“Yes. Beautiful. It was pretty much perfect –
The Hideaway, Part One: Arrival"Bring yer bags here, love," a sweet voice called out to Lily, weary and tired after traveling from her father's funeral to the Burrow, a good three hour ride.
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"Thank you," Lily said to Molly Weasley, heading towards the towering, lopsided house that looked more like a fairytale creation than a real home.
The air outside was frigid; an icy fog had began to settle around the hills, and Lily had to blink away droplets of condensation that fell from the trees. She felt chilled to the marrow, not to mention her complete exhaustion.
"You must be right tired," Molly said, stopping to let Lily catch up. "Been a rough few months from what I hear."
"It's been horrid," Lily agreed, struggling under her heavy bags.
She had left school almost two years ago and had began work as an apprentice auror at the Ministry – but the work had ended in a threat to Lily's life, which she was escaping to the Burrow to avoid until the crises was over. She doubted that it ever would be,