| Jealousy |
[Oct. 12th, 2011|08:34 pm] |
Title: Jealous Challenge: my friend said, "Sell me on Seamiver." Done. Fandom: HP Pairing: Seamiver (Seamus/Oliver)
( Jealousy. ) |
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| Superstitions |
[Oct. 12th, 2011|08:14 pm] |
I haven't posted in this journal for over 4 years! I never stopped reading fic, but I did stop writing for a while (or at least writing anything that I thought worth posting). But lately I've been missing it, so my partner in drabble riddlemesphinx and I started challenging each other again. And somewhere along the line I arbitrarily decided to start shipping Seamus Finnegan/Oliver Wood. Sphinx told me to convince her of the pairing and two dribbles were born. So, there's that to look forward to, which is nice.
Title: Superstitions Challenge: Blackberries Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: Seamus/Wood Notes: See end ( Superstitions )
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| not forgotten |
[Jan. 29th, 2007|10:57 pm] |
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| | The Origin of Love .. Hedwig And The Angry Inch | ] | title: not forgotten characters: draco, voldy, harry fandom: hp challenge: wands [for hp100]
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When it was unveiled it was not majestic like Hogwarts. And though gossip is whispered and tales spun in it’s halls, it is no tavern or inn. Still, it drew witches and wizards from the world around.
The supporters, fans that came in droves trickled away until only friends and family - ever devoted, respectful – remained. But, always there, silent, Draco came out of hate. Or love. It’s hard to tell.
Together they stood, eyes empty, hearts full, looking into the display case that held Voldemort’s broken wand and the pristine wand of the one who died to save them. |
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| light pollution |
[Jan. 22nd, 2007|07:39 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | drabble, hp, hp100 | ] |
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| | All Tomorrow's Parties .. Velvet Underground | ] |
title: light pollution characters: sirius black fandom: hp challenge: material [for hp100] . . .
He couldn’t tell if he were right side up or upside down. He supposed it didn’t much matter – the stars spread out before him in all directions seemed so close here, at the end. The rational part of his brain knew he had been floating? falling? for a very long time. Every second? day? year? that passed, he enjoyed the emptiness more. The longer he fell the less he could remember the death and destruction, evil and the savior, chaos. The less he could remember the silken veil slip through his fingers as he struggled not to fall. |
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