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Scrawled Napkins

in that last dance of chances
we shall know each other's minds.
we shall part with our regrets
when the tie no longer binds.
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Remus/Sirius collab - prologuey thing [16 Jul 2006|08:44pm]

You love winter at Hogwarts. Your keen nose picks up every smell, and you smell chocolate, butterscotch, the smoke of burning wood that makes your nose itch, fresh pine from the many trees in the Great Hall, the crisp snow, sugary, sticky hands. Every night you leave dinner with your belly tight as a drum, warm and content. In winter, the dog star in the sky is at its best and brightest. Everything shines.

Winter at Hogwarts is perfect for a dog. You leave huge pawprints deep in the snow, and you like to snuffle the icy white stuff in great big gulps. You look over eagerly at your friend to see if he is enjoying the winter as you are. He's still, turning his head slowly from side to side like he's scented something. You sniff sharply also, happy to join in, and catch something slightly metallic, something slightly wild on the wind.

Your friend has the moon in his eyes.
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secondservings is about the shameless. So am I. [21 Jan 2006|08:12pm]

“What are you doing?” Sean leaned over Leila’s shoulder to peer at the screen and thus annoy her, expecting her to shoulder him out of the way.

She didn’t. Shifting to the side, she said, “Taking a poll.”

“What poll?”

“Most attractive man on this site, some random thing I found. Gerard Butler looks good, doesn’t he?”

“He’s Scottish,” Sean said by way of explanation, examining the other nominees. Johnny Depp, Hayden Christensen, Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, Viggo Mortensen, Ewan McGregor… “So who are you voting for?”

“Sean Bean! I love Sean Bean!” So having said, Leila clicked on the Vote! button with great meaning and unsaid gesture, and she sat back to wait for the page to refresh with the new results.

Sean waited also.

“Aha! He’s doing well,” she said approvingly, examining the results. “He’s beaten Gerard Butler, yay!”

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations to Bean,” said Sean dismissively, hunkering down closer to the computer. “Hey, isn’t that—” Sean frowned.

“Oh my god. Why!—Orlando is—kicking everyone’s ass! What the!”

“Are you sure? Maybe you’re looking at the numbers wrong,” Sean suggested helpfully.

“How can I be looking at the numbers wrong? He’s the only one into six digits. This is sad,” Leila cried, casting away the mouse.

“There, there,” Sean consoled her, patting her on the shoulder. “No need to get agitated about it. Let’s eat some of the ice cream Jenn bought and blame it on Bloom.”
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No. 4 [05 Jun 2005|08:05pm]

[ mood | creative ]

"Pick a color."


"Or something else. Pick a word. Or a place. Anything! I've got all this inspiration and nowhere to go with it."

There was a small, unsure laugh. "Okay, uh. Brown. That okay?"

"...Brown? What, like garbage-bag brown?"

"No, I mean. I was thinking, like ... leaves, you know? Fall, or autumn, whatever. And Paris. A coffee shop. What's this for anyway?"

"I don't know yet. Just keep going."

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Whoever gets here first can pick the girl. ;) [20 Jan 2005|11:16pm]

It was a night of celebration. Lights, music, butterbeer and noise. But in this room, the roars and laughs from the Great Hall were just a distant whisper. She liked it that way. It gave her a chance to clear her head for the first time that entire day. Gave her the focus she needed for what she was about to do.

Draco was unmoved as always, his lanky figure somehow managing to be graceful as he leaned against window sill. That sharp mouth tightened to a straight line, his eyes narrowing and making his pointy features even more apparent.

She tilted her head and pursed her lips in thought. Not beautiful, by any means. But captivating. Different.

"Well?" he barked. "I'm here. We're alone, as you requested. Whatever it is you want, make it brief. I have a graduation party to get back to."

She gulped, and her eyes flickered downwards. Now that he was here, her carefully thought out speech had somehow disappeared and she groped for something, anything to say. Right now she only knew one thing for sure.

It was their last night together at Hogwarts. She wasn't going to waste it.
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No. 2 [09 Jan 2005|02:45pm]

When it ends, warned his friends, it will end in nothing but a scandal.

He wanted a scandal.

She was thin and long-limbed. Her skin was smooth and bronzed golden, and she looked best in pale colors to offset the flaxen blonde hair and underscore her soft blue eyes. And she knew what she looked best in. She was perfect; she looked perfect. It was like he had gone online and ordered a scandal and she was what they sent to him. Super Special Scandal! Free shipping! Delivery in 24 hours.

No money-back guarantee. No warranty. His very own scandal.

Ascetically, she complemented him to perfection. He had wanted it that way. She was lean and slender compared to his trim and broad-shouldered figure. Their blonde heads, pressed close together, whispering dirty little secrets into each other’s ears, made for good photographs. The photogenic couple. She stole the spotlight and claimed it for herself. She was outrageous and addictive.

She was nothing like the man he had left.
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first attempt! ... again. [05 Jan 2005|08:10pm]

That last entry was really funky. We'll try that again.


There was silence in the stuffy room now. It felt deafening after all the yelling they'd just been doing - now silence was a string stretched to its utmost capacity between them, waiting, waiting just to snap. The clock's ticking on the wall was the loudest thing he'd ever heard in his life.

"Are you going to answer me?" he asked, voice rough, tinted with hope, and he was going to kill himself because this was so fucking embarrassing. Even with just the two of them in the room, he wanted to crawl away and hide, because even to himself he sounded so ... hopeful. So desperate.

"Please," he said quietly, and received nothing in return. "You can walk away, all right? I won't stop you, and I won't bother you again. If that's what you want. I just need an honest answer. Please."
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Gahblarge. [04 Jan 2005|09:16pm]

[ mood | calm ]

To test or not to test...


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