BTW you can call me Albert

 The Dogfather

ANYWAYS...
That post got really fucking long. Cheers to everyone who contributed to the epicness that is My Immortal quotations. Sorry to everyone who thinks we're insane and wanted a legitimate conversation. The problem is, our brains were already turned to mush.

MCR ROX!!!!!!111

Okay, as a reward for your extreme and awesome patience...
Excerpt.

They pushed through into the kitchen, a large, clean hall that seemed to be carved entirely out of white stone. Lily marveled, walking along one edge of the rectangular room, unconsciously gliding her fingers across the countertop. Several crystal orbs provided the light (in addition to a series of high, narrow windows), levitating near the ceiling; they did not remain stationary, like muggle lights, but drifted around, like a dozen, slow-moving fireflies.

There were two house elves in the room, and one was occupied at a giant sink; he was closest to the door, and it was to this elf that Sam addressed himself. The other sat closer to the back, at a small wooden table in the corner at the opposite end of the hall. The table could not have been designed for house elves, in that—though relatively petite—the item seemed human-sized, and yet Lily had a hard time fathoming that the sort of meals that must be prepared in a kitchen like this could ever be consumed at such a comparatively inelegant piece of furniture.

“Hello,” Lily greeted the house elf there. The elf sat at the table, her legs dangling off the chair, while sipping a tall glass of something brown and atrocious smelling.

The creature looked up at her with large, eerie green eyes. “Good afternoon, Miss Evans!” she squeaked.

Lily raised her eyebrows. “Did you just... how did you...?”

“Lily!” interrupted Sam’s voice, from across the kitchen. “Twitchet says they’re in the Blue Room.”

 ohrightthatslikethemostboringexcerptever...

FINE....

Because you basically forced me.

The true continuation of the LAST excerpt I gave you the other day...

"...how she looked there...what the tears did for the color of her eyes and in her cheeks... how he wanted so desperately not to care... not to want her at all..."

Told you it was sentimental.

And.... It gets worse.
Have a lovely Saturday!

Love,
Jules/Albert