My ode to voting-Muahahaha
Hugs SHUG!
Enjoy my angst. Drabble and art!
Droxy
Severus glanced towards Hermione realizing it did him no progress to analyze his luck on her being there. The stack of posts required his immediate attention and he suppressed the temptation to disturb her work with more pleasant diversions.
Yet, the posts remained and would unfortunately not resolve themselves. All of them posts from a certain friend that required an immediate answer. How odd it was to have friends he mused, especially after the war.
The letters requested he do the impossible. How on earth did -She- expect him to select the best of the artists presented? All were masters and had various styles. Making a choice tore at his mind. It felt like he was like casting unforgivables upon them. She that forced the vote must have had direct tutelage of the Dark Lord.
He scowled reading the categories and put his head on the table in frustration. Making those choices was sheer agony.
