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the right note

bigquidditchhero:

for Jily Week day 3: letters (or notes)

1972
The only reason James aims most of his parchment missiles at Lily Evans is because her head is so distinctive, with that all that dark red hair, that it makes a perfect target.
It’s certainly not because, as her friends claim, he fancies her.

In fact, that just goes to show how stupid girls are, because James would not waste his time on fancying girls, not when he could be doing much more fun things, like Quidditch and exploring …

… and perfecting his aim.

History of Magic is the perfect place for this: nobody pays any attention, not even Remus, who seems to feel that schoolwork is important. Professor Binns might as well not be there for all the notice he takes of what his class is doing, and while the girls are playing Consequences (and giggling inanely), James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are using the hour productively.

“Stop it!”

Pink in the face, Mary Macdonald spins around in her chair to scowl at Sirius, whose projectile has just hit her on the ear. As soon as she’s facing the front again, he launches another.

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awww …

A Surprise Teaser: When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun, Ch 12, Scene 1

porchwood:

Hey chickadees. <3 I’ve been feeling especially glum of late and I know several of you have as well, and in light of your wonderfully unexpected outpouring of sweetness at yesterday’s writing check-in, I thought it might make a nice treat to share the whole first scene of Chapter 12 (about 4200 words, or a normal-sized chapter of most other fics ;D).

After this things get really spoilery, mind, so this is the only lengthy excerpt you’ll get before the chapter comes out, though I’ll still do check-ins and all in the interim. :D

Enjoy!

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I sit in bed for a long while, turning the precious orange over and over in my hands and letting its red satin tails slip between my fingers. As I learned last night, everyone in this house knows what red ribbons mean. My companion has given me a sweetheart’s token; tucked it into my hand, even, so I would discover it as soon as I woke.

Between the red ribbon and the tear-dampened kisses that my companion pressed to my hair last night, I can rule out Lavinia…but then, I’ve always known, deep down, that it wasn’t her. For one, my bed partner is simply too heavy – and heavy-footed. I’ve shared a house with Lavinia and a bed with them for a month now; I know the sound and rhythm of steps, as any hunter should, and how much the mattress gives at their weight, even when I’m two arm-lengths away from my companion’s body. Also, Lavinia’s response to the wintergreen sprig – it’s about time – made it clear that, while she may be aware of my companion’s presence, as I’ve long suspected, she’s not that companion herself.

Not to mention, if Lavinia truly wanted to share my bed, she would never have bothered with secrecy. She would have crawled beneath the covers, as casually as Prim does, and pressed a kiss to my cheek before curling up behind me like a kitten and, likelier than not, burrowing cold toes against my calves.

No, my companion is not Lavinia and, more to the point, it’s not a girl. For the past month, I’ve shared this bed of fur and deerskin with a man.

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booksandwildthings:

swagbat:

how game of thrones should end

#khal drogo just #descends from the heavens #on a flaming stallion #punches everyone in the face #and sits his fine dothraki ass down on the iron throne #until daenerys shows up #then he stands #dusts the seat off a bit #and steps aside for his khalessi

burdge:

but you are here. i’m holding on with every breath. 

-release the sunbird

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