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Voice Post

2009-08-19T16:49:55Z

hey, my friends - this is a post for a stamping community so feel free to ignore!!

One Shot: Growing Up

2009-06-28T06:20:59Z

Title: Growing Up
Characters: Katie/Neville
Prompt: 02. Middles at 100_women : my table here
For: hp pairings
Rating: G
Genre: Introspection/Character Study
Word Count: 354
Summary: Katie contemplates what it means to grow up, and finds someone else who is doing the same.
Notes: Short....
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

Growing up is hard to do. Katie remembered very well her first days at Hogwarts – being sorted into Gryffindor, trying to make friends, laboring through classes; it had all been overwhelming at times. She had often struggled – wondering where she fit in. When Katie had been accepted on the Quidditch team, she had found her niche. Angelina and Alicia had become her sisters, Fred and George were her crazy brothers, Harry was a cute, little brother, and Oliver was her obsessive, but always kind older brother.

In finding a family at Hogwarts, Katie felt herself maturing. She had to learn quickly to be responsible, to take care of herself, to watch out for others, and to endure hours of grueling work. In playing the game itself, she had learned patience, strategy, and that even with a referee, life wasn’t always fair. At the end of her second year, her heart was both light and heavy. Light because she felt that she had done well; but heavy with the knowledge that she had gained. In many ways, Katie was a long way off from becoming an adult, perhaps in the middle of those two segments of her life.

Katie listened with the others as the Headmaster spoke with Harry Potter and those other first years. Her chest felt tight as she tried to calculate the final tallies of points. It wasn’t enough. A roar erupted from the Slytherin table, but Dumbledore wasn’t finished. Katie listened with amazement as the Headmaster brought up one more first year and explained his brave deed. Just a few more points, that was all that they needed.

As every Gryffindor cheered around her in the Great Hall, the banners changed from green and silver to red and gold overhead. Katie’s heart soared, but remained seated. Her eyes moved past the three hugging and laughing first years, and fixed instead on another young boy. Neville Longbottom stood quietly, staring in shock at Professor Dumbledore. Katie wondered if there was more hero inside the normally nervous, shy boy. Perhaps today he was growing up; between child and adulthood, somewhere in the middle.

Last Night

2009-06-25T17:04:44Z

Last night I was at a party at my church. After it was over, I was walking back to my car when something strange happened. I could see well because of the lights in the parking lot even though it was packed with cars. I like to run if I get the feeling that no one is watching me, so I started jogging through the parking lot. All of a sudden, I heard someone running behind me. I got frightened and started to run faster. Almost to my car, I turned around to face whoever had kept running after me. There was a light behind the man and I couldn't see his face. He was still running and he slammed into me. It all happened so fast, I was in shock. He was grabbing and pulling me and everything started to go black as I panicked. I felt so weird, I guess I was in shock, but as he was pulling me away, I started thinking he is going to hurt me and rape me and kill me IF I DON'T DO SOMETHING!!! I shoved the man away and screamed at the top of my lungs hoping someone would hear, "GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!"

Then I woke up, screaming "GET AWAY FROM ME."
No joke. All a horrible nightmare.
I had shoved myself up (I sleep on my stomach) and was screaming at the top of my lungs. My heart was pounding through my chest. It was 2:30 in the morning.

I woke the dog up. Nessie came to the side of my bed and was like what's up with you?

I think I woke the other dog up, Skye, who sleeps in my parents' room, because either he woke my dad up, or my dad heard something. Because then, he went around the house checking everything and let the dogs out. I felt really stupid, but relieved and laughing at the same time.

I have to ask him what he heard last night, he left too early in the morning.

So scary/funny.

One Shot: Polyjuice

2009-06-23T23:08:46Z

Title: Polyjuice
Characters: Pansy/Ron
Prompt: polyjuice + love potion = trouble
For: contest at hh_clubs, my suggestion
hp pairings
40. reveal at 100_women my table here
Rating: PG
Genre: Mystery, Drama
Word Count: 500
Summary: Pansy - Draco + Love Potion = Pansy Loves Ron; Ron + Hermione's Idea + Polyjuice = Harry (Ron); Ginny + Harry (Ron) = Problem
Notes: I didn't place in the contest, no biggie. It was actually to be no longer than 200 words, so this is the much longer version. It's just too difficult trying to cut out 3/5 of a story. It's just no good.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

“Harry!”

Ron jumped at the shout behind him, remembering that he was now in disguise as his best friend, and that should turn when he was called.

This was not the first time that Ronald Weasley had been transformed in to his best friend, Harry Potter. However, this time there were no Death Eaters chasing after them, not anymore. This time, it was only Pansy Parkinson chasing Ron. Some fool (he thought it was Malfoy, since the two had broken up recently) had given the girl a love potion and she had fallen madly in love with Ron, of all people. The girl followed him everywhere, making sarcastic comments that he supposed were her way of showing that she cared. Hermione had thought to hide Ron from her affections in plain sight by disguising him as Harry, until she could find a cure for the love potion.

Alarmed, Ron turned quickly and was relieved to see his sister running happily towards him. But only for a moment; Ginny and Harry had been way to cozy for anybody’s good these last few months. He cleared his throat and muttered, “hey, Ginny.”

She smiled brightly up at him, hesitating in front of him, unsure. “Is something the matter, sweetie pie?”

“No, nothing’s wrong, uh, honey bear.” Ron grimaced inwardly, wondering if Harry was mushy enough to call his sister something so saccharine, yet hoping he wasn’t.

“Oh, okay.” Ginny was still looking concerned, so Ron patted her on the shoulder.

Ginny frowned. She took a step closer and leaned toward him, eyes closed and lips pursed.

Ron lost it. He yelped and jumped back. “Ginny! Don’t do that! I’m your brother, Ron – not Harry!” He hoped Hermione wouldn’t find out that he spilled the secret, but surely his own sister could be trusted.

To his surprise, Ginny didn’t look shocked, but instead burst into laughter.

Ron frowned.

“I found you,” Ginny crowed gleefully. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, but you just disappeared! I thought if I could get into Gryffindor tower, I find some clue of where you went. I never guessed that you’d be right in front of me!”

Ron swallowed hard. His cover may have been blown.

As Pansy, disguised as his own sister, smirked up at him, Ron tried to reason with her. “Now look, Pansy, I know you think you love me, but you really, really don’t. Someone gave you a love potion and you haven’t been yourself…” He trailed off when Pansy burst into laughter once more.

“Love potion!? No one gave me a love potion, you silly goose. I really do fancy you; is that so impossible to imagine?” With that, Pansy leaned up and kissed him on the nose. “You just wait until the polyjuice potion wears off!”

Ron rubbed the back of his head as the Slytherin girl sashayed down the hall. That girl was trouble. Now he needed to go ask Hermione how long it took for the potion to wear off.

Cat Names

2009-06-18T17:05:48Z

1. American Lion
2. Brown Tiger
3. Carcajou
4. Catamount
5. Colorado Lion
6. Cougar
7. Deer Cat
8. Deer Killer
9. Deer Tiger
10. Florida Panther
11. Ghost Cat
12. Indian Devil
13. King Cat
14. Lion
15. Mexican Lion
16. Mountain Demon
17. Mountain Devil
18. Mountain Lion
19. Mountain Screamer
20. Night Screamer
21. Painted Cat
22. Painter
23. Panther
24. Puma
25. Purple Feather
26. Red Lion
27. Red Panther
28. Red Tiger
29. Screamer
30. Sliver Lion
31. Sneak Cat
32. Suçuarana
33. Varmint
34. Wildcat

row, row, row

2009-06-10T17:49:55Z

I need to post this here, before I forget!

My good friend Sonia, is from South Korea & there she saw a few children's tv shows or something that had English in them. These are her lyrics to that song.

(obviously to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat")

Row, row, row your boat
Gently mountain stream
Family, family, family, family
Life is kind of hard.

Another song she came up was while watching out brother dorm floor playing an intramural flag football game.

Itchy, Gitchy, Ya, Ya, Tata ("Lady Marmalade")
Hey, sister, ho, sister
Gimme cookie dough sister (I wouldn't teach her the real words)
Good hustle, sister! (after a good play by the boys)
Good hustle, brother! (after realizing that they are boys and, therefore brothers)
Brothers & sisters!! (more of a chant now)
We are family!! (completely changing songs.)

In case you never knew that "Lady Marmalade" and "We Are Family" could become one song... well, they can!

Niagara Falls

2009-06-07T21:19:48Z

I took two videos on my camera phone of Niagara Falls this May. My friend showed me how to upload to youtube. (Sometimes I am so behind in technology...) So I thought I'd "embed" them here for you to see :P

Drabble: Mind Games: Gift from captainpookey

2009-06-05T06:17:19Z

Title: Mind Games
Author: captainpookey
Characters: Luna/Viktor
Prompt: my prompt was "I walk alone"
For: a drabble request - get your own here
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Notes: I've never had the guts to do one of these before, but look! I get an awesome gift :D
Wanted to post it here, so I'll always have!!

“Vhy do you valk alone in the voods?” He demanded of her.

She shrugged and kept walking. “Why do you?”

“I haff come here to think.”

“So have I.”

“But you are voman; it is not safe in voods for voman.”

She laughed then and turned to grin at him. She wasn’t hurt or perplexed, just amused.

“Vhy do you valk alone in the voods?” he demanded again, growing frustrated.

“To hear you mispronounce all those w’s, of course. Silly goose! When else will so many make it together into one sentence?”

He blinked.

She kissed his cheek and skipped away.

Drabble: A Walk Around Town

2009-06-05T06:08:36Z

Title: A Walk Around Town
Characters: Demelza/Neville
Prompts: drabble request by phil_urich Neville/Demelza "A Walk Around Town"
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word Count: 100
Notes: request your own story here!
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

Neville was surprised when Demelza began walking next to him as he wandered Hogsmeade. She explained that looking at “silly dresses” with the other girls was boring.

They stopped by Madam Puddifoot’s and watched the couples.

Demelza smirked, “they sure look funny.”

Neville was shocked. “You don’t want a boyfriend?”

Demelza laughed, “of course not, silly! I’ve lot of plans before I think about a boyfriend. Boys hold you back – not you though, Neville. You’re nice.”

Neville ducked his head, embarrassed, but he had to agree. Friends were better, less awkward. He was pleased to make another today in Demelza.

Drabble: At the End

2009-06-05T06:04:16Z

Title: At the End
Characters: Harry/Neville (gen)
Prompts: drabble request by captainpookey "Now that we're done being heros... what do we do?"
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word Count: 100
Notes: request your own story here!
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

With steady hand, Neville wiped snake blood off the blade of Godric Gryffindor’s Sword. He sat on a large, stone block that had once been part of the Astronomy Tower. Harry sat beside him, looking out over the wreckage and carnage from the Battle.

“Is it really over, Harry?”

“I don’t know, Neville. I hope it’s finished.”

The two heroes were silent for a minute, resting for once.

Neville smiled. “I can’t believe we won.”

Harry listened to the silence that had replaced the sounds of war and asked, “Now do we do?”

Neville laughed, “We live, Harry. We live.”

outta control

2009-06-05T05:56:45Z

I got together with two of my girlfriends today. We were going to go to the lake, but it turned out to be one of those rare, cool summer days. So we skipped the lake & went to the mall. And I got my ears pierced, 2nd hole on each ear lobe. Did not hurt as much as it did last time (8 years ago!). Also we went to an Indian market and got henna and I put a henna flower on my foot. I'm am so outta control. Ear piercings and (temporary) tattoos!? What was I thinking?!?! Okay, nothing much :P

The free iPersonic Personality Test

2009-06-02T15:42:43Z

part of my INTJ type

Drabble Requests

2009-06-01T02:09:45Z

I thought I'd be really brave, especially since I'm in a creative mood, and post this! I requested a drabble from both phil_urich and captainpookey so I kinda cheated. So if there are more than 10 people who want to make a request, go nuts!! (although, I don't know where all these people would be coming from!)

The first ten people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing / character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability. If you absolutely cannot write, I do not see why you would not be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.

1. Drabbles are 100 words exactly.
2. Het or gen pairings only, please.
3. Harry Potter fandom would obviously be good choice, but I'm willing to try my hand at another fandom, Disney, Firefly, Lost, Twilight...

Wizard Text

2009-06-01T01:47:39Z

WHEEEEEEE! Just found I won 2nd place for a wizarding text challenge at hogwartsishome ! WOOOOO! my first (2nd) placing for a writing challenge! and for texting of all things.

there is some other great entries here
the other winners here
great job, everybody!!

Neville: H, guess wut!
Harry: wut?
Neville: I jst killed v's big snake! lol
Harry: LOL!!!!
Neville: where u @?
Harry: pretending 2 b dead so v doesnt kill me gen!
Neville: ROTFLMAO
Harry: g2g. v back.
Neville: wtf? ttyl

Short Story: Weakness and Strength

2009-06-01T01:00:41Z

Title: Weakness and Strength
Characters: Angelina/Bill, mentions Bill/Fleur, Angelina/George, and Angelina/Fred
Prompts:
- "Bill/Angelina. It strikes me as emotionally complicated enough that she should have married her dead ex-boyfriend's twin, so I can't help but wonder what would happen if a relationship with yet another of the Weasley men was brought into the mix. Prompt: Tomorrow, I will do it differently." for roses_at_sunsetfor hp_wishes
- 086 Weakness for 100_women
- "...and now for something completely different" challenge 031 for hh_writersblock
Rating: R
Genre: Comedy/Humor, Drama
Warnings: a bit of swearing (woah!), adultery (yikes!)
Word Count: 1,670
Summary: A little bumbling around her apartment had led to more than a little fumbling in her bedroom.
Notes: Trying some new things! Swearing (hee hee), really bad morals, and writing a gift for someone that's not a drabble. Also R rating! and somehow combing humor & drama.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

Angelina woke up at the ungodly hour of four o’clock in the morning. She tossed restlessly in the heat for a moment, before she stilled with a slight gasp, remembering what had happened only a few hours earlier. Vainly, she blinked in the dark, begging her stars, that she had not awoken her bedfellow. A low snore filled the silence, and she let out the gentle breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Not daring enough to escape the bedroom, Angelina only lifted the covers off of her side. A breeze from the cracked window cooled her instantly.

However, no cold draft was able to stop the flushed heat the spread quickly across her entire body as the grogginess of sleep left her and she really remembered what had happened last night.

Here she was, lying next to a man who she wasn’t dating, who was himself married, and was in fact the older brother of the man that she was dating. Dating? No, she was almost kinda-sorta engaged to him! I mean, George had asked her and she had said yes, oh, yes, but wasn’t wearing his ring yet until he asked her parents and she had one made for him… but now she was rambling, and an engagement ring wasn’t her current problem.

No, her current problem, was the probably still drunk, older brother of her boyfriend, scratch that, fiancé, that she now lay sleeping next to after a wild night of unbridled passion. What, by all that was magic, was Angelina going to do with Bill Wealsey, the charming, the drop-dead gorgeous, the spectacularly married man?

How had this happened to the admittedly flirtatious, but always respectable (well, mostly) Angelina Johnson? Why had she not insisted that George take off work and come to the bar with her? Why did Geroge persit on finishing some stupid product instead of coming with his girlfriend, scratch that, fiancé for drinks and fun? When did he ever do that? How could she possibly have this many questions spinning wildly in her head at once?

When George had opted out of going to the bar, Angelina had been a bit miffed and called up her girlfriends for a man-free evening. They had their normal flirtatious and foolish fun, with Alicia and Katie hitting up almost every guy in the bar. Angelina held back somewhat, trying to retain some self-respect, but the old bachelorette days’ habits were hard to shake. When Bill Weasley and some of his cronies entered the bar already having imbibed a few drinks, Angelina’s weakness for redheads surfaced.

The two of them flirted relentlessly for what seemed like forever. Angelina wasn’t sure if Bill’s slightly glassy eyes recognized her, but she was definitely sure that she didn’t even care. He was simply too charming, too amusing, and too molten-hot sexy that she couldn’t turn away. It didn’t help that Alicia and Katie had left hours earlier and Bill’s buddies seemed to see nothing wrong with their married friend paying so much attention to another girl. Alcohol was no one’s friend when this sort of thing happened.

And according to the rumors, this was not the first time it had happened either. Bill, entirely devoted and faithful sober, had a tendency to lose all discretion and good judgment when too much alcohol was consumed. Fleur, kinder than most girls were, always forgave him. In all honesty, he really wasn’t in control of himself, but Angelina wondered why Fleur ever let him out of the house. Perhaps it was a French-thing. Who knew? Anyways, Angelina could now add her own name to that list of other women. She shuddered.

After growing in audacity from subtle compliments to double entendres to outright propositions, the two appareted to Angelina’s flat. A little bumbling around her apartment had led to more than a little fumbling in her bedroom. Drunken sex usually wasn’t all that great, but Angelina hadn’t knocked back enough to put her in a drunken stupor and was entirely aware of what was going on. Bill was surprisingly gentle and attentive, and Angelina had felt thoroughly satisfied, despite the fact that he kept calling her Fleur.

In each other’s arms, they had drifted off to sleep, peaceful for Bill, and restless for Angelina. Only a few hours had passed before Angelina jerked awake and the guilt washed over her like a river of sludge. Gross, disgusting, putrid sludge. Unable to lie there any longer, Angelina slipped off the bed and almost ran to her shower.

As the scalding hot water purged her body from the night, Angelina desperately wished that it could somehow cleanse her soul as well. Scrubbing her body frantically, she tried not to think of Bill or, even more so, her fiancé George. But how could she help it? What would George say to all this? Their relationship had always been a bit rocky. Initially, years and years ago, she had been attracted to Fred. After the Battle of Hogwarts, she had tried to pretend that the differences between the twins weren’t all that great. It was foolish and hurtful, but she had realized that eventually. Over time, she grew to love George as much as, but in different ways, his twin brother.

George made her laugh. He comforted her. He made her feel like everything was going to be not only all right, but wonderful. He had actually helped her more in the beginning with her sorrow, than she had him. His overwhelming confidence and optimism had banished the stormy clouds of grief from her life and replaced them with warm sunshine. He was everything she needed.

However, no matter how perfect he was, Angelina couldn’t help but wonder how Fred would have been different, if he would have done the same for her, if he would have been better, or if George would have always been more. She knew George wondered the same thing, and worse still, she knew that he knew that she thought about it. Yet, for the longest time, she couldn’t help herself. Time had faded those questions, and when she felt whole enough to accept him for who he was, he had known she was ready and had given her his ring and his heart.

It would have been entirely perfect, but now Angelina wrung her hands, wondering if she had ruined it all. Tearing up, Angelina stepped out of the shower and dressed quickly in her most comfortable pajamas. Fixing herself a cup of tea, she sat quietly in the kitchen, crying out her pain.

Fifteen minutes later she shook her head, knowing that crying wasn’t going to save her relationship. First off, she knew that no matter what it took, she was determined to save it. The slight headache she had did nothing to neither assuage her guilt nor help her think. However she was determined, so she put her bleary mind to work.

Option A was to confess everything to George (and Fleur) and throw herself upon his mercy; that did not sound fun whatsoever, so Angelina determined to keep thinking. Option B, pretend that she had been extremely drunk, had no idea what she was doing, and that she remembered nothing; seemed to work for Bill, so it might work for her. Option C, dump Bill somewhere, he wouldn’t recollect a thing, and she’d pretend she’d been alone all night; might work, but there was always the chance that someone who had seen them would remember something and decide to open their big, fat mouth. Option D, kill Bill while he slept, drag his body to uninhabited part of England, kill everyone else at the bar who had seen them, dump their bodies to the same abandoned area, and blame everything on a crazed Muggle serial killer; but that seemed like a lot of work. Besides, some rational part of her mind seemed to be screaming in horror at that idea.

Angelina shook her head. Four options, none of which seemed desirable at the moment, were all that she could come up with. In despair she banged her head on the table, sloshing her now lukewarm tea. It was hopeless, completely and utterly hopeless.

The ultimate question was: would George possibly take her back? She knew of the Weasley family’s disdain for Bill’s “accidental” philandering. What would they think of her: in love with one twin, only to move on to the other one when the first died, only to cheat with their older brother? She knew what she thought of herself: despicable, vile, shameful, but not actually surprised.

No, she wasn’t entirely surprised by her own behavior. Angelina had never held the strictest of moral guidelines. She had always been attracted to well-sculpted male bodies, not matter who they belonged to. And red-headed, mischievous, charismatic men had always been her weakness – her ultimate downfall. Apparently, having one redhead wasn’t enough. A tear dripped into the puddle of tea on the table. What was wrong with her? She had a perfectly wonderful fiancé, and her own stupid lust had ruined her. Why couldn’t she have been satisfied with what she had? Her stomach twisted and sobs threatened to overtake her.

Then she remembered George’s crooked smile, his playful laugh, and his kind eyes. As his face entered her mind, relief flooded her, almost violently. Of course he would forgive her, of course he would understand, of course everything would be not all right, but wonderful in the end. He would be mad, upset, hurt, but she would beg for his forgiveness and earn his trust once more. She would fight for him, for his love, and they would one day get married. This redhead wouldn’t be her downfall, but her salvation.

As dawn’s orange seeped through her curtains, she heard Bill muttering in her bedroom, “where the hell am I…? Oh shit, Fleur’s gonna kill me…”

Angelina laughed for a moment, the raised her head, determined. Beginning now, she would change. Today, she would do things differently.

Wand

2009-05-27T16:29:33Z

an activity for hh_clubs : Dueling Club was to design our own wand - I think mine was pretty creative and fits me well

wood type: redwood. A deep crimson color, resilient, and strong redwood makes a powerful wand and excels in all wand-based magic, but is reluctant to perform in other areas. It is quick to learn a spell, but takes time to master accuracy. Taken from the core of a still-living tree, the wood is in tune with nature and requires a strong will. Redwood is also a North American wood and rare in British wands.

core: one hippogriff feather and one kelpie hair. A rare combination, the stable hippogriff feather balances out the wild kelpie hair. The hippogriff feather is known for needing respect, as does the redwood. If respected, the hippogriff feather will produce steady and diverse magic. The kelpie hair is extremely powerful, but often backfires on the owner. Kelpie hair is also good for water magic. The wand gets its speed from the redwood, its stability from the hippogriff feather, and its power from the kelpie hair.

flexibility: The redwood is springy, quick, but not too easy to learn and taking time to perfect.

length: Thirteen inches. Coming from an extremely tall tree, the redwood is naturally one of the taller wands. To some wizards, thirteen might be considered unlucky, but a powerful witch or wizard may balance that out. Only time will tell.

I used http://wizardingrealm.net/ar/t7791.htm mostly for help
But here http://www.diagonalley.5u.com/ollivanders/index.html I took the test after I had written the above, and I actually got kelpie feather & 13 inches.

Writer's Block: In Memoriam

2009-05-26T05:39:16Z

It's Memorial Day in the States, a time to remember those who have died while in military service. Who would you like to remember today?

View 500 Answers

1. my younger brother, Erik, who is currently serving in the Coast Guard
2. my father who is retired from the Coast Guard
3. my grandmother who is a retired Navy WAVE, served in WWII
4. my deceased grandfather who was a retired Navy Seabee, , served in WWII
5. my deceased grandfather who retired from the Army, served in WWII
6. my deceased uncle who served in the Navy
and all my more distant family members and close friends.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you

One Shot: Stop and Stare

2009-05-26T05:22:16Z

Title: Stop and Stare
Characters: Fleur/Marcus, Bill/Fleur
Prompt: 97 writer's choice at 100_women(sucks when nothing kinda sorta fits)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Parody/Crack
Warnings: crack, seriously, oh, and alcohol
Word Count: 375
Summary: a late night at a bar, someone gets a little too frisky
Notes: my first time doing crack, man
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

It was a rare day, a blissfully wonderful day, that one found another human being as sublimely gorgeous as this. Angels could not dare to tread where a mere human outshone them with their glorious brilliance. It was nothing short of a miracle, that one could not fall to pieces at the sight of this divine of a figure.

Every movement they made was elegance embodied, grace personified, and sophistication in the flesh. The eyes, not merely grey, but almost silver in their brilliance, twinkling and danced with every movement. The skin was pure, unblemished, and flushed slightly with laughter’s rosy glow. And the best feature, as if one could be chosen above the rest, was the smile, blindingly white and flashing in the light.

It was almost beauty than a meager mortal could stand be near, let alone look at. It was a blessing from the gods that such glorification even existed in this dreary world. A lone tear fell from the watcher’s eye as such majesty was contemplated. The idea that such perfection could be found somewhere in this world made life now worth living. The admirer gave a gentle sigh of satisfaction.

A very drunk Fleur Delacour-Weasley stared across the bar at a very amused Marcus Flint.

Bill Weasley sighed as he kept a tight grip of his wife; any amount of alcohol and she became a very saccharine-sweet, touchy-feely woman. Three strong drinks and she quickly became completely enamored with the first person she saw.

Wryly, he winked at his wife’s latest object of admiration, and wrapped her coat around her shoulders. He half-led, half-carried her out the door. At least she was light, never remembered a thing, and always found creative ways to make up with him. (Secretly, he found it hilarious, but he was willing to lay on the guilt if only for her tender ministrations.)

Laughing merrily to herself, Fleur wrapped her arms tightly around Bill’s neck as he pulled her into his arms. Shaking his head as he slogged through the snow, he wondered to himself if a weekly visit to the pub was worth all this trouble.

The only consolation in all of this was that she had been very sober the night they had met.

One Shot: Completely Hopeless

2009-05-26T05:13:01Z

Title: Completely Hopeless
Characters: Fleur/Ron
Prompt: 036 kiss from 100_women
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Warnings: unwanted kissing. suave!Ron
Word Count: 505
Summary: what? Ron's a player?
Notes: silliness, I've just reread Eclipse
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

“You are a stupeed boy!”

“No, I’m not.”

Fleur glared up at the youngest Weasley male as he cornered her against the kitchen wall. “You are young and stupeed. Zis is completely inappropreeate; I am marrying your bruzzer tomorrow. You don’t know what you are doing—”

Ron quickly interrupted her, “I do know what I’m doing, because I know what I want.” With no more pronouncements, Ron placed his arms on the wall, one on each side of her. Quickly, he leaned in and kissed the stuttering French woman.

He was gentle, almost timid, at first. His hands moved to gentle cup the sides of her face. However, when Fleur refused to move, to kiss him back, Ron grew agitated. His lips pressed hers forcefully, demanding more. He ignored her stiff posture, and his tightly closed eyes were blind to her wide-open eyes that glared coldly. His kiss wanted more, begged beseechingly for it.

Yet Fleur refused to respond.

Ron broke away and quickly took in her statue-like stance. His face grew red as she looked up at him, indifferent. What could have possibly made him think that she would ever respond to him like this? Since she had met him, she had realized that he was attracted to her, but most men were. Furthermore, her heart now belonged to another, and she was not about to throw that love away, especially to a silly, little boy—

Her thoughts were cut short as Ron, still unsatisfied, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her tightly against his tall frame. One arm snaked around her waist, and the other gripped her blonde hair right below the back of her head. His lips crashed violently down on hers, no longer pleading, nor demanding, but taking.

Fleur tried to resist, to not fight, but to wait him out like she had before, but his mouth was too warm, too hard, too impossible to resist when it pressed firmly like that. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her neck tilted just slightly back of its own accord, though some bit of her consciousness maintained her senses and her lips refused to move. Her lips, parted slightly by his, began to tremble with her restraint. It was becoming hard to breathe.

It was completely out of the question that he should be making her feel this way; utterly ridiculous; absolutely preposterous – but he felt so entirely wonderful. Fleur lost the willpower to continue refusing and, with a silent plea for forgiveness, let herself go.

A moment later, Ron pulled away, and a grin lit his face as he absorbed her pink cheeks, ragged breathing, and wide blue eyes. Gentle once more, he let her go, and Fleur rubbed a quivering hand across her face, and whispered, “You are nothing but a silly, leetle boy.”

Incorrigible, Ron grinned. “Let me know when you need another kiss, love.” With that, he strode away with a swagger outside.

Fleur stared after him. Her cheeks grew a bit pinker as she said, “Zat boy is completely ‘opeless.”

Drabble: Comfort in the Dark: Gift from peskywhistpaw

2009-05-25T23:47:21Z

Title: Comfort in the Dark
Author: peskywhistpaw
Characters: Luna/Pansy
Prompt: my prompt was "comfort in the dark"
For: hp_wishes Pansy Parkinson Drabble-a-thon
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Notes: my lovely gift - it's so awesome! :D :D - I just had to post it here
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

You’re worried about everything these days, and everything will carve premature lines around your lips and sulky eyes. Sometimes late at night, you sit in a corridor, and you try your best not to think.

It’s hard.

Tonight, you know you’re crying, because there are tears on your cheeks, but you can’t feel them.

“You shouldn’t cry,” a dreamy voice tells you suddenly, startling you. “It’s easier for the Norkflaps to find you.”

“What do you know?” you snap, irritable.

Maybe there’s a shrug, but you know there’s a hand, because it reaches out assuredly toward yours.

You take it, for once.

Drabble: Not the Way Things Are

2009-05-24T23:27:41Z

Title: Not the Way Things Are
Characters: Fleur/Neville
Prompt: 015 fear from 100_women
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Warnings: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: Fleur needs help.
Notes: During DH
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

Fleur shivered. She hated feeling helpless more than anything. She was usually able to figure out a way to fix everything, but this time, she failed. It was a hopeless case. Perhaps nothing could be done to save Bill.

A desperate feeling crowded her, and Fleur struggled to push down a wave of panic.

Blinking back tears, she trembled helplessly as the door opened.

A startled Neville Longbottom stared, “Fleur Delacour – what are you doing here?”

She whispered, “I need help.”

“Of course,” Neville said without hesitation, “come in.”

For the first time today, Fleur felt the warm spring sun.

New Moon Countdown

2009-05-24T04:25:37Z

One Shot: Neville and the Hat

2009-05-23T19:05:12Z

Title: Neville and the Hat
Characters: Neville Longbottom
For: hh_clubs : Sorters Anon challenge
Rating: G
Genre: General
Warnings: none
Word Count: 368
Summary: Neville as a Gryffindor? What on earth was the Sorting Hat thinking!?!
Notes: During SS.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

Neville Longbottom’s feet dangled down as he sat on the stool. One of them kicked nervously as the sorting hat was placed over his ears and dropped into his eyes.

“Nervous, my boy? Don’t worry, I don’t bite! Hmmm…. Actually I do, but I promise I won’t.” The sorting hat laughed madly to itself.

Neville’s dark eyes widened, not that anyone could see, and his face scrunched up giving him a somewhat rabbit-like appearance.

Ignoring the boy’s discomfort, the sorting hat began his analysis. “Let’s see… loyal, kind, generous… very Hufflepuff.” The hat was about to call out when, Neville began furiously shaking his head, and the hat wobbled almost falling off.

“Hold on! Hold on, my boy! Don’t want to be a stalwart Huff, do you? Well, I can take a deeper look if you like, but I don’t think it’ll make any… hmmm….”

Desperately, Neville tried to think brave thoughts. It was hard, and the odd noises that the hat was making weren’t helping. Whatever he did think of, he mustn’t think of…”

“Your parents! Why they were both Gryffindors, weren’t they? Don’t want to let the family name, do you? Well then, I’m sure they’ll be happy with you in Hufflepuff; they’re good people.”

Despondent, Neville tried to be thankful that at least the brim of the Hat would keep the tears from leaking down his face.

“Now, now, you mustn’t cry.”

Neville felt his ears turning red. Stupid hat! Why couldn’t it just sort him right?! He wasn’t supposed to be in Hufflepuff – he was supposed to be brave like his parents!

“Oh my,” huffed the Hat, “no need to get all worked up! Perhaps there is courage in you after all. I’m going against my better instincts, but since your parents did all right, you might turn out to be a bit more like them.”

It felt like chains that he had been carrying ever since he got his letter had been released from around him. Neville let out a huge sigh, and the Hat chuckled. “Don’t make me regret this, boy!”

Taking a deep breath, the Sorting Hat shouted for the whole hall to hear, “GRYFFINDOR!!!”

Poetry: Luna Haiku

2009-05-23T16:44:26Z

Luna

Chaotic dancing
Sunflower in the cold wind
Bowing to burnt sun

Haiku for challenge at hogwartsishome
Didn't win, but his was fun. Gotta love the haiku

One Shot: Bitter Sweets

2009-05-23T16:04:27Z

Title: Bitter Sweets
Characters: George/Fleur
Prompt: hh_writersblockChallenge 029: CANDY!
100_women065. taste
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Warnings: speaks of character death
Word Count: 480
Summary: Fleur tries to comfort George, but ends up being comforted herself.
Notes: Set after DH.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me and I make no money off of them, etc.

Fleur hesitated.

George was sitting so still that she timidly wavered in the doorway, wondering if the usually vivacious boy wanted to be left alone. Just as she was about to turn away, he looked up, the side of his mouth twitching for an instant.

Cautiously, Fleur walked in, hoping that the slight spasm was a smile and not a grimace; an invitation, and not a dismissal. She sat down in a chair opposite him and picked up her book that she had been reading the night before. Never before had she felt ill at ease around George, but today she felt nervous as she fumbled for the right page. An anxious giggle escaped her lips as she looked up at the morose red-headed boy sitting across from her.

George was eating something, staring, not at her, but out the window. As Fleur watched, he lifted a red candy to his mouth, broke through the hard shell with a crunch, and swallowed, never glancing her way.

It burst from her mouth before she could remember her manners. “What are you eating?”

Startled, George looked up at her, blinking a bit before he recalled, “M&Ms. Muggle candy – chocolate.” Fleur nodded with a quiet smile. “Want some?”

“Oh! Oui—yes, please.” George poured a handful of the colorful candies into her hand.

Cautiously, she took a blue one and put it in her mouth. One could never be too careful with Muggle foods. Fleur smiled as she chewed; the small candy was delightful. “Zes are good!” Quickly, she popped a green one and a yellow one in her mouth.

“Yeah, we’ve always liked them.” George ducked his head, and Fleur had no trouble guessing who the other person was in that statement.

“’ow did you find zem?” Fleur asked as she ate two more.

“They’re quite popular in Muggle stores. We—I always like experimenting with Muggle candies.
They’re quite inventive, you know.”

“Yes, zey can be, for ‘aving no magic.” Fleur hoped this conversation wasn’t too painful for her brother-in-law.

Again looking out the window, George smiled to himself. Fleur wondered which caper he was so fondly remembering. Those boys were—had been nothing but mischievous fun. Bitterly, she doubted that she would ever be able to laugh at another tale of their latest escapade. It was entirely unfair, and Fleur felt the unwelcome, but regular wave of sorrow well up in her that came every time she thought about the deaths of her friends.

Fleur’s face must have looked more resentful than she thought, because, after studying her, George whispered, “It’s all right, Fleur.” Louder he asked, “I’m going to go to the store to try a new type of candy. Do you want to come with me? It’ll be a lark.”

Fleur stood up with George, “Of course, I do.”

Together, they walked out of the Burrow toward town.