A tiny party
Jan. 23rd, 2004 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geovikiI've succumbed. To what evil virus, unclear.
I have no voice. (This is not a political observation.)
My dearly beloved, who has just left for winter mountain camping with our son, could only laugh at my Marlo Thomas squeaks.
My daughter, fresh from a performance of acappella jazz at the Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, is still gone.
So I'm left with the awesome prospect of blissful free time to work on my latest HP fic. Which is turning out to be very very long. And, to my surprise - and probably his - Dean Thomas is becoming quite a voice in this. And he's having a hell of a time, I might add. Just look:
To everyone's utter amazement, Draco Malfoy walked up to the prisoner, leaned in, took Dean's face in his slender, pale hands, and kissed him deeply.
...
"Even though I loved you, Dean, and you said you loved me, it doesn't matter anymore. You and your Griffyndor friend are going to die."
Dean struggled not to look at Seamus for help. Whatever the hell was going on here, he had to pay attention, because so far things weren't making a lot of sense. As near as he could tell, he was facing a former schoolmate who'd gone round the twist.
The sound of the quill was the only noise in the room.
"I wish things could have been different," Malfoy continued. He leaned in for another kiss, and Dean could only give it to him. "I still love you, you know."
He heard Bryce, contempt evident in his voice, mutter, "Shit, Malfoy, get a room."
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You know, this just might get me blacklisted.
I have no voice. (This is not a political observation.)
My dearly beloved, who has just left for winter mountain camping with our son, could only laugh at my Marlo Thomas squeaks.
My daughter, fresh from a performance of acappella jazz at the Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado Springs, is still gone.
So I'm left with the awesome prospect of blissful free time to work on my latest HP fic. Which is turning out to be very very long. And, to my surprise - and probably his - Dean Thomas is becoming quite a voice in this. And he's having a hell of a time, I might add. Just look:
To everyone's utter amazement, Draco Malfoy walked up to the prisoner, leaned in, took Dean's face in his slender, pale hands, and kissed him deeply.
...
"Even though I loved you, Dean, and you said you loved me, it doesn't matter anymore. You and your Griffyndor friend are going to die."
Dean struggled not to look at Seamus for help. Whatever the hell was going on here, he had to pay attention, because so far things weren't making a lot of sense. As near as he could tell, he was facing a former schoolmate who'd gone round the twist.
The sound of the quill was the only noise in the room.
"I wish things could have been different," Malfoy continued. He leaned in for another kiss, and Dean could only give it to him. "I still love you, you know."
He heard Bryce, contempt evident in his voice, mutter, "Shit, Malfoy, get a room."
___
You know, this just might get me blacklisted.
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*has thoughts*
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Date: 2004-01-23 08:03 pm (UTC)I trust you. I think.
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Date: 2004-01-23 10:22 pm (UTC)