Yes, I'm alive, and I don't even know what I'm doing here. 

Actually, I do know what I'm doing here. 

So, if I get 500 followers, I'll do a reveal of sorts. In this, you all can ask me all the questions you want, and as long as they are appropriate, I'll answer. 

Speaking of which, do you want a teaser from Orphic?

( I'm giving it anyway )

Teaser!

 Cassia had a list of beliefs, a list that no external force could tamper with.

She believed that power was more a curse than a blessing, for it tampered with one's mind. Power had a tangible ability to make one want more and control those who did not have as much power.

She believed that everything was not as it seemed. That there was something different behind everything, for it all could not be so irresistibly simple. That there was more to it. Her wandering human minds had taught her as much; she knew the muggle theory; there is an equal and opposite reaction for every action. She thought that it was a very philosophical thought, warning people to think before they acted because, with each act, something with an equal magnitude would happen, but that something would be quite the opposite to the action that they had triggered.

She was walking down Diagon Alley, wearing a pretty eccentric attire. A large, white hat perched upon her head, hiding her eyes, long, dark hair falling loose down her back. Her clothes consisted of high-waisted, pale, wash-blue jeans and a cotton blouse, covered with a cropped leather jacket. Her strappy white flats slapped against the ground.

Perhaps the attire might seem normal for a muggle, and she might seem like a person with a high fashion sense, but for wizards clad in heavy robes, this girl was a strange sight.

If they could have seen her face, they would have noticed how her forehead was scrunched up as though in pain. How could she not be? All the thoughts of all those people echoing in her head, crushing down any of her thoughts. Many kids were around her, and their loud, over-excited thoughts felt like knives digging into her mind.

All those thoughts muddled together, and she caught strange sentences like, I wish my dog would be lost again.

It frequently made her laugh, how she caught snippets of the thoughts of various people, and they all jumbled together to form the weirdest sentences.

She sighed. Why couldn't the people learn occlumency?

Yes, my baby's a legilimens, and yes, she's a bit confused about  Newton's Third Law, and yes, I love her because she's so CUTE! 

Any guesses about the plot line?