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1. It is windy. I despise windy. Give me cold, give me unbearable heat, give me rain and snow and overcast! JUST LEAVE THE WINDY, OKAY? I feel so gross and tired and dry skinned. :(
2. The Nutcracker March from The Nutcracker. Because, what is Christmas without Tchaikovsky?
3. Fic rec! Fade to Silver, from hd_holidays. Four years ago, Draco Malfoy disappeared from the wizarding world. This is the story of what happened after that. Amnesia!fic! Muggle!Draco! Adorable, adorable Harry, and a really fantastic Narcissa. SO GOOD, OKAY. :)
4. I'm celebrating Hanukkah at icybright's house sometime this week. GUESS WHO IS EXTREMELY EXCITED. :DDD
5. Two drabbles! :)
Marlene McKinnon smokes in that particular, exquisite way which convinces so many teenagers of the habit's glamour and causes them to forget the black teeth and sour breath. She looks oddly beautiful now, her cigarette held between two long, graceful fingers, all at juxtaposition with her sparsely spotted face and wild black hair. Remus watches her, waiting for her to say something, waiting for the long and awkward quiet to end.
"You look like a poet, kid," she says, finally.
"What do you mean?" he replies, with a haste which gives away the nervousness he feels in Marlene's presence.
"I mean," and here she coughs, dropping the cigarette on the dirt and stomping it with one of her leather boots, "I mean that you look the sort that would die early, you know?"
~*~
Byron straightens the gigantic, plastic blow-up palm tree and pokes the kiddie pool with a foot. He'd put water inside except it would probably freeze. He whistles along to the Bob Marley blasting from the radio, and goes inside.
It is strangely peaceful inside the normally chaotic Pike residence: his parents are on a date, and so is Mallory; Vanessa is at a poetry reading; Adam and Jordan are at a football game with Scott; and Nicky and Claire are at the Barretts' for a playdate. The only noise is coming from the living room, where Jeff is watching cartoons, although he's definitely seventeen and probably too old for Spongebob. But then, he's also too old for Wandering Frog People, and he and Byron had played it for three hours last night. A walk down memory lane, as it were.
Byron pokes his head into the living room. "Jeff?"
Jeff turns around. "Yeah?"
"I have a surprise for you."
Jeff follows Byron into the front yard, where a makeshift beach awaits them.
"What is all this?" asks Jeff, grinning as he looks sidelong at Byron.
"Well… I thought it might help with the cold?"
Byron thinks this would be a good time for a kiss, but he's still not sure how he could work that in, so he just smiles wide, watching Jeff laugh happily.
2. The Nutcracker March from The Nutcracker. Because, what is Christmas without Tchaikovsky?
3. Fic rec! Fade to Silver, from hd_holidays. Four years ago, Draco Malfoy disappeared from the wizarding world. This is the story of what happened after that. Amnesia!fic! Muggle!Draco! Adorable, adorable Harry, and a really fantastic Narcissa. SO GOOD, OKAY. :)
4. I'm celebrating Hanukkah at icybright's house sometime this week. GUESS WHO IS EXTREMELY EXCITED. :DDD
5. Two drabbles! :)
Marlene McKinnon smokes in that particular, exquisite way which convinces so many teenagers of the habit's glamour and causes them to forget the black teeth and sour breath. She looks oddly beautiful now, her cigarette held between two long, graceful fingers, all at juxtaposition with her sparsely spotted face and wild black hair. Remus watches her, waiting for her to say something, waiting for the long and awkward quiet to end.
"You look like a poet, kid," she says, finally.
"What do you mean?" he replies, with a haste which gives away the nervousness he feels in Marlene's presence.
"I mean," and here she coughs, dropping the cigarette on the dirt and stomping it with one of her leather boots, "I mean that you look the sort that would die early, you know?"
~*~
Byron straightens the gigantic, plastic blow-up palm tree and pokes the kiddie pool with a foot. He'd put water inside except it would probably freeze. He whistles along to the Bob Marley blasting from the radio, and goes inside.
It is strangely peaceful inside the normally chaotic Pike residence: his parents are on a date, and so is Mallory; Vanessa is at a poetry reading; Adam and Jordan are at a football game with Scott; and Nicky and Claire are at the Barretts' for a playdate. The only noise is coming from the living room, where Jeff is watching cartoons, although he's definitely seventeen and probably too old for Spongebob. But then, he's also too old for Wandering Frog People, and he and Byron had played it for three hours last night. A walk down memory lane, as it were.
Byron pokes his head into the living room. "Jeff?"
Jeff turns around. "Yeah?"
"I have a surprise for you."
Jeff follows Byron into the front yard, where a makeshift beach awaits them.
"What is all this?" asks Jeff, grinning as he looks sidelong at Byron.
"Well… I thought it might help with the cold?"
Byron thinks this would be a good time for a kiss, but he's still not sure how he could work that in, so he just smiles wide, watching Jeff laugh happily.