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[auberus]

I've been doing more than a little bit of thinking about where I'm going next, and I got a job offer today that might mean that 'next' will come sooner than I'd thought.  It's becoming pretty clear that Edwards isn't going to take the nomination (ok, it was clear from the beginning, dammit, but I'm a Democrat, and we do false hope with the best of

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[brightnovafaeri]

Its very depressing that Edwards won't be the Democratic candidate. I had planned on voting for him if he made it. I guess that means I'm going to have to figure out which of the other candidates might be worth voting for. Bleh.

As for two characters, can you do Blaise Zabini and Crowley? (Random, I know.) Thanks! I hope things get better for you!

[auberus]

"It's just going to get worse, you know."

Blaise frowns, and does his best to ignore the speaker. Muggle clothing may be increasingly popular in their world, but he finds it jarring and gauche, and in this instance has no desire to follow the trend. To see it in the middle of his is appalling.

"How many pureblood families are left?" the man continues, his voice pitched low and persuasive, for Blaise's ears alone. "How much tradition, how much history is being lost?" It's enough to make Blaise turn and look, because that's the worry that keeps him up at night, the thought that plays over and over through his head -- how much is lost? how much will be left

[brightnovafaeri]

Thanks! That was really good! Harry Potter and Good Omens blend together better than I expected.

[lferion]

Well, yay for job offer if nothing else!

Methos - Munch :-)

[orockthro]

^__^
How about Methos and The Doctor?

I hope the job situation works out. :) Which ever direction you go will turn out to be interesting, if nothing else. :)

[goldenrat84]

Couple: Methos and Crowley
Prompt: disheveled

[auberus]

It had been the day from hell. Methos had woken up to find that it was raining, he'd slept through his alarm, his internet connection was down, and the last bottle of beer had fallen over and broken in his refrigerator. He had to make a mad dash for class, arrived ten minutes late, and spent the entire lecture suffering under the glare of Professor Caldwell, a man who could have given Duncan MacLeod lessons in 'dour'.

After class his cell phone didn't work, and the computer in the University library presented a blank screen and spat sparks at him when he tried to fix it. The librarian evicted him with a glare that rivaled Caldwell's, and, feeling thoroughly routed, Methos decided that the best place to be was his flat -- but when he got there, the electricity had gone out. That was the last straw. Methos let out a string of curses that should by rights have peeled the paint from the walls, and headed out for the bar

[goldenrat84]

Crowley is just eeevil in this fic.

[aeron_lanart]

I am so glad I don't have to do your sort of job!

Jack Harkness and Hugh Fitzcairn or Jack and Amanda.

For something really cracky how about Jack and Gytha Ogg...

[auberus]

The young man was, in Nanny Ogg's educated opinion, the sort of man any right-thinking woman would take an interest in. She'd have taken an interest* in him fifty years ago. Or even twenty five years ago. Honestly, given *that* smile, she'd take him on today, if she thought he'd give her a spin.

"What can I do for you, young man?" Because unfortunately, young men didn't look at her like that any more.

"Are you Gytha Ogg?"

"I am."

The young man's smile grew even broader. "Fantastic! I can't believe it worked!" He pushed forward a battered copy of a familiar book, and something that looked like a pencil but wasn't.

"Can you sign this, please?"

She'd never seen such a well-worn copy of 'The Joy of Snacks'.

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*or in her case, taken him home and chained him to the bed. she'd been a straightforward lass in her day.

[aeron_lanart]

Oh lovely! *g* Thank you