WIP Fic Meme

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The WIP meme: post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.

Meme stolen from clair_de_lune because I can never ever pass this meme up. Just like last time, I'm doing another meme alongside it: Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or

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[andacus]

Okay, well, I'm going to request Clio finding out she's pregnant.

MWUAHAHAHAHAHA! Feel free to use Dorea as you see fit bb.

[andacus]

How many times can I request things? Is there a limit on this shit?

[isis_uf]

Uhhhh no *limit* per se but I know you want me working on FMtM too. And I reserve the right to postpone some. On the Clio one, RPG canon I presume?

[andacus]

RPG canon, yes. And, not that this needs saying, use Allison however you see fit, as well.

[isis_uf]

Everyone uses Allison how they see fit.

ZING!

[andacus]

Hahaha WINNING!

[andacus]

Meh, I'm over FMtM. This is much more fun.

[isis_uf]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IHU so hard right now

[andacus]

MUAH!

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A months-long stomach bug and a few clearly stress-related missing cycles did not mean that Clio Harper was pregnant. It didn't. She was adamantly clinging to that notion as she sat quietly with a dulled complexion and a turning stomach. It did, however, mean a truly horrible day sat in front of her.

She just didn't realize entirely how horrible, yet.

Her chin was held high but she avoided direct eye-contact with anyone. If she looked at any of them, any of the mediwitches or receptionists or patients, they'd see straight through her. She knew it. And if it was true... if Dorea Potter's instinct had been right - which it wasn't - they'd all know. Moments like this made her hate how small the wizarding world was. They would see and word would spread and soon enough everyone everyone would know. She didn't know, in that moment, if she was grateful or not that Sirius was currently away on Order business

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"Let's get started shall we?" Allison asked as Clio took a seat. "When was the last time you had sexual intercourse?"

"Sixteen days ago," Clio replied.

"Troubles at home?" Allison asked with mock-sympathy.

"My boyfriend's been out of town," Clio informed her crisply.

"For how long?" Allison asked.

"Sixteen days," Clio responded, as if the answer must be entirely obvious.

"So you had sex the day he left?"

"Yes."

"And when was the last time prior to that occurrence?" Allison queried.

"Well there was twice that morning, actually, but other than that it would have been the night prior," Clio responded immediately, feeling, for the first time, uneasy with Dorea's presence in the room.

"I see..." Allison said, making some kind of a note. "And how often do you and your boyfriend engage in sexual relations, would you say?"

"Given an option, I wouldn't say," Clio snapped back

[andacus]

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! That entire sexual history questioning section was effing perfect! Just as funny as in my head. I love you again. ;)

THANK YOU!!

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For you bb??? ANYTHING. MUAH! Glad you liked it.

[andacus]

Anything? ANYTHING? Dangerous ground, bb

[isis_uf]

Well I'm not going to like eat cow brains or participate in ritualistic bloodletting but other than that...

[andacus]

A sequel to my little ficlet you just wrote?

I'm such an ass. :p