Pimpage oh and extraneous drabble
Ok first, the pimpage: 
Metafrantic is creating a huge Harry Potter drabble challenge. The premise is that every possible paring will be represented in drabble form by a different author. you can find the website here and the challenge community, 10k_drabbles here . Loads of major pairings/characters still available...including Snupin! (as of 3:00pm today) . If you're not interested please inform anyone you think may be. there's some very funky parings going on as you can imagine... personaly,i can't wait for the hagrid/dobby . O_o
I signed up for severus/Regulus because im an idiot. 4 written 2 deleted completely they were so shi bad - this is the one that didnt get entered. bah.
Severus stood in front of the infirmary window, the strong silver light of the moon cast down across his strong features reducing his face to a battle between light and shadow, neither quite coming out the victor. He stared at the curtain around the bed, eyes unblinking. The dancing candle flame and obscure, dark shadows beyond offing little to what was going on. He felt the arm around his shoulder squeezing him tighter but did not respond; no he needed to concentrate, not to move, not to breathe. If he did this everything would be ok. Regulus would be ok.
Metafrantic is creating a huge Harry Potter drabble challenge. The premise is that every possible paring will be represented in drabble form by a different author. you can find the website here and the challenge community, 10k_drabbles here . Loads of major pairings/characters still available...including Snupin! (as of 3:00pm today) . If you're not interested please inform anyone you think may be. there's some very funky parings going on as you can imagine... personaly,i can't wait for the hagrid/dobby . O_o
I signed up for severus/Regulus because im an idiot. 4 written 2 deleted completely they were so shi bad - this is the one that didnt get entered. bah.
Severus stood in front of the infirmary window, the strong silver light of the moon cast down across his strong features reducing his face to a battle between light and shadow, neither quite coming out the victor. He stared at the curtain around the bed, eyes unblinking. The dancing candle flame and obscure, dark shadows beyond offing little to what was going on. He felt the arm around his shoulder squeezing him tighter but did not respond; no he needed to concentrate, not to move, not to breathe. If he did this everything would be ok. Regulus would be ok.