One could never say that they lived an idyllic life, but they came as close to it as wizardly possible ( Read more... )

Roger patted his rounded abdomen. His back ached and his feet were swollen. He had to pee and he was hungry ( Read more... )

"Hey," Roger said, closing his door behind Adrian. "I have some things to talk over with you."

Lord help me! he thought as he suddenly became aware that he hadn't been this close to ... and this alone with Adrian... all day long ( Read more... )

After the DA meeting, Harry and Neville stayed behind with the excuse that they were going to plan for the next meeting. Neville hoped people would believe him and ignore the blush that tainted his cheeks or the awkward way he stood beside Harry.

"So," Neville said gently as his hand came to graze Harry's own.

Once the Trainees were dismissed, Roger neatly and carefully packed away his quill and notebook. Brushing by Adrian as they left the second floor he whispered, "My room. Now ( Read more... )

When Sirius wakes a couple of hours later, Tonks is still asleep. He transforms and looks at her for a few moments.

She killed Bellatrix.

He says it to himself a few times, but it seems no more real than it did when she first told him. The little girl he used to babysit killed the woman who killed him. Her aunt.

What are they going to tell ( Read more... )

Roger woke and instantly remembered everything. He realized he was drooling on his pillow and that his arse ached as well as a few muscles in his legs and back. Next he realized that his pillow was Adrian's chest and that he should pull a sheet over to wipe away his drool. That would be the polite thing after all ( Read more... )

Another important entity to recognize is subclinical hypolyricalism, defined by mildly increased mu and psi magical radiation levels. It is a very common disorder, with a prevalence in from 1 to 10% of the adult population. It is encountered most frequently in those who appear to become spellbound by any form of lyrical repetition: musical, magical ( Read more... )

Adrian woke up slowly, for a while just taking in the sound of Roger's soft breathing, the warmth pressed against him, the arm slung over his waist and the relaxed hand on his back. The alarm hadn't sounded yet, so it had to be early.

He couldn't remember falling asleep. The last he remembered was ( Roger's fingers melting his muscles. )

Roger brooded all day, thinking back over the last weeks since he'd met the real Adrian. The real one, not the cardboard cut out from his Hogwarts days. The one who said he wanted him and then turned cold and unfeeling and so damned close-mouthed about everything. Every time Roger tried to get close, tried to understand, Adrian shut him out. He ( Read more... )