MissBerlin

Name: Sophia Noemi Mauldin House and Year: Hufflepuff 5th year Wand: 12 inch, phoenix tail feather core, Aspen wood Achievements: nothing really~ Blood Purity: Halfblood Appearance: She has long fiery red hair that she keeps pulled back into a braid that goes to just above mid back and she has dark brown eyes. She's not really thin but she is lean, some of the weight is muscle, her face is cluttered with freckles and on her nose rests a pair of black rimmed square lens glasses. Personality: She's very laid back and hard to make angry, she loves being with friends and always has their back (even if she isn't the most useful out of everyo

 It had been a completely accident that we had even met to begin with, but at the same time it was like an act of fate. The setting was during WW2, I was a Nazi soldier working closely under the Fuehrer himself. I'm a native German born blonde hair blue eyed person allowed to live because I was the perfect Arian race. I joined the Fuehrer's army, in all honesty I didn't agree with what he did to those who weren't the same as myself, but I did like the idea of reuniting the German speaking people. He, he was nothing, but an Italian catholic priest that Mussolini had asked the Fuehrer to give a safe stay to while he learned of the German cultur

It was gone there was no sound anymore, the voice he had gotten so used to hearing every day (no matter how annoying he had thought it was) it was gone. All he was left with were the memories of that small voice calling to him wanting him to play or just to stay with him through the night's. He had always left him by himself, he knew he shouldn't, but there was just too many problems for him to stick around. There was so much he had left un said to the small boy who had grown up right before his eyes, making the easy transition from a boy to an amazing young man. That's when he knew he had lost it, lost everything, all of those moments of com

100 theme challenge #4 Reason Wash it all away for me. Give me something I can keep as a reason to remind me that I'm not a monster. My hands are so tainted with blood and death, I cannot do it by myself. I won't burden you with my pain and suffering, I just want a reason to not be ashamed of myself for what I let happen. For all of the innocent people I let die. I let a massacre happen to my people, the deaths of any Jewish, anyone without blonde hair or blue eyes. Even after all of that you're still here, still standing by my side being the same completely useless, annoying, pasta loving coward, but also as the same caring, sweet, and aff