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Hello!

This message is meant for every author in need of a proofreader. I am just animaginationformyself (just call me Imagi) and am really interested in writing (any form). I myself like to write in my free time, but lately I simply haven't managed to due to time stress and other stuff that's happening in my life. However I still really enjoy the process of this art form and love to see a fic's or a story's development from a rough draft to beautiful words and sentences strung into a story. So in case you are in need of a proofreader, just hmu and I'll try to answer as soon as possible (I live in Europe so I might answer a little later, but I assure you that I will!) I only ask for you to briefly credit me at the start or end of your fic just to prove that I was a part of this lovely writing process.

Sincerely,

Imagi

PS: I am proficient in multiple languages, so if you need proofreading in Chinese or German, I am also ready to help!

PPS: I swear I'm not doing this for ulterior motives. I simply have massive respect for fanfic authors because everything they do is truly just in the name of passion and love. Fanfic authors deserve to be cherished and have all the appreciation in the world :)))

Oh nice! I want to share this with fellow writers, and I'll be saving it for myself as well.

8 Proofreading Tricks (That Save Valuable Time)

In this post, Writers Write reveals simple proofreading tricks to improve any manuscript or draft.

Helloooo! So I’m looking for a beta or just someone in general that’s interested in reading over some chapters and commenting ideas before I post them. For anyone in the Harry Potter fandom that reads this and feels interested, please write me a message! I’d really like to exchange some thoughts. Thank you!

"I'm here for my things."

I thought I saw his eyes light up when he opened the door and saw me, but he clamped his mouth shut at my blunt greeting.

I'm here for my stuff.. NOT HIM. Pfft...

Lies.

I gather everything that I recognised as mine.. From the little keychain to the framed photos of us-

Every.

Little.

Thing.

I wanted to pretend so bad that this didn't happen. Wanted so desperately to forget the days I spent with him. I just want to let go of every mome-

"You're spacing out. Are you-"

"I'm fine,ok? Not like you care anyways."

Who am I kidding? He cared more about me than I did.

I mistook his silence for his absence and continued packing until I felt him grab my elbow and turn me to face him.

He didn't say anything. He just stared into my eyes. He didn't have to coax me with words into confessing that I didn't mean what I said.... That I know he cared- cares. He knew.

He

Knew.

He looked at me with so much certainty and sincerity that I found myself unable to lie to him.. To lie to myself.. To lie to us.

"Alright fine! I didn't mean what I said. And I know you know! God! You know why I'm doing this.. Yet you keep making this more difficult for me to do. Why won't you let me do this?! WHY WONT YOU JUST LET ME-"

"Go?"

He completed my outburst in an eerily calm tone. He said that one word in a resolute tone as if he was making me realise that what I was asking him to do was impossible.. And God I was SO close to believing him.

"I'm am not letting you go. You are running away. There's a difference."

He took a step closer to my almost full bag and picked up the frame I'd just taken down. He gazed at it.. At us- NO, he admired us.

"I am not going to let you go because your days are numbered," he said as he stalked to the wall and hung the frame in its rightful place.

"If you are to die, then I'd rather have you die in my arms rather than alone in a cold bed surrounded by people who aren't worthy of mourning you."

And at that moment i knew that I hadn't come for here to get my things.