Gemma

“Hogwarts didn't even send me a letter and I haven't actually forgiven them for that. Wait until I go to London and find Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters and slip through to the other side and unleash my rage. I'll make Voldemort look like a sock puppet. And I'll make-out with Draco. And I'll train a bunch of house-elves to fan me and bring me grapes -”
― Sara Wolf, Brutal Precious

“wanted to love you. I’ve wanted to take all the hurt away, to hold you and protect you and make you laugh, and smile, and show you what love is. I’ve wanted to show you for so long that you are worthy of being loved, for exactly who you are. And I tried to deny that, I tried to convince myself…that I wasn’t good enough, that I would do nothing but hurt you. And I have. And I’m sorry. I was afraid. I was afraid of loving someone as delicate and beautiful and unique as you. I knew I only had one chance, and I was terrified I would make a mess of it and you’d only become sadder, and more convinced you were unlovable. I was afraid of my own shortcomings, and because of that I hurt you.”
― Sara Wolf, Brutal Precious

“Yes, well, now I am an extremely mature, responsible adult, and I can do things like discuss my trials and tribulations calmly.” “Uh-huh,” Gran says expectantly. “Such as making out. I did actually make out with someone.” Gran waits. “I mean, I punched him before I made out with him. But it was a mature punch.”
― Sara Wolf, Brutal Precious

“I always thought you’d live underground somewhere, near the earth’s core,”
― Sally Thorne, The Hating Game