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*sigh* remember the heat? now it won't stop raining. ah, the wonders of a "tropical paradise." i know you'll all say that 77 degrees isn't cold, but heck, i'm freezing here #_# i'm going to get sick with this weather, mark my words.
today's st. augustine's day. yesterday was st. monica's day. i don't know why that's so prominent in my mind this year. they sang one of st. augustine's songs last sunday at mass, and it's been stuck in my head ever since. i guess i'm feeling a bit nostalgic, maybe (st. augustine is the patron saint of my elementary/middle/high school, see. big part of my life, it was, for 13 years of my life. and ack, i'm doing the yoda thing again. shutting up!).
from chapter 2 of a rather indecent proposal:
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What had come to be known in their household as "HarryHermione time!" consisted, that particular afternoon, of Harry eating lunch in front of the telly while Hermione focused on a draft of a declaration she had been assigned to revise.
Now, an outsider might see this as a horribly boring way to spend time together. Harry himself was having an unbelievable amount of fun, though. Okay, so there was nothing terribly entertaining about eating a Marmite sandwich while watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? as quietly as possible because his best friend did not want any interruptions to her train of thought. Or it had started out that way, at least, but then he had found out by way of experience that said best friend couldn't help but blurt out the correct answers to the questions before the contestants on the telly could. Even if she kept muttering to herself that she needed to focus on the declaration and that she shouldn't get distracted. Then another question would come up and her murmurs would become: "...as mentioned on the previous article, due to the oppression of Wizardfolk it has come to light-- Oh, how can she not know? It's the pyramid of Giza. Honestl-- Ugh! I did it again!"
Harry found it all completely hilarious.
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yay for sarcasm xD i swear, the ron/luna part of the chapter will have a different tone. and yes, i'm aware that's only like two paragraphs and one line. the words aren't flowing, man. they're not flowing...
will be revised. for sure. probably scrapped. *shrugs*
but hey! i learned something new! i had no idea millionaire was originally british... *researchresearch*
lookie! my mood icon matches my fic snippet! lol... okay, i know i'm being annoying ^^;;; post over now.
EDIT @ 2052 hrs, cuz i don't wanna spam your flists: OMG, joba chamberlain is SO my new boyfriend. i could fly to NY and kiss him, seriously. the kid's THAT good. and listen to the old lady talk! i shouldn't do that, he's only a year younger than me... sound like i'm 80 or something...
hmmm. my flist has gone AWOL, it seems. is anyone there? *blink*