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Am ever so unhappy *wails*
I told you I passed, n'est pas? Well, it wasn't quite as good as I hoped, and not quite as bad as I feared.
But anyway.
Am miserable.
Is of course the only way to learn it properly, but it seems I have to unlearn everything I was taught in college. Wahhhh!
My pride is severely hurt. *Hurries off to write next assignment as will never get over shock otherwise*
Cassandra Claire posted a quite interesting scene at Schnoogle. Wanna read it?
Finished with his declamation, Draco flopped back onto the ground. Harry looked down at him, at the messy blond hair and the satisfied smirk on Draco's face and the sharply drawn shadows under his eyes. "That is not a traditional wizarding drinking song," he said. "You just made that up right now."
"Maybe I did," Draco said, blinking gently.
"It wasn't half bad," Harry admitted.
"Thanks," Draco drawled thoughtfully. "I think I'll dedicate it to Ginny."
"Wh- oh, never mind. I don't even want to know what you meant by that."
"No," Draco agreed, staring idly up at the sky, "you probably don't."
There was a long silence; it stretched out between them like pulled taffy. Harry turned on his side slightly and looked at Draco, who seemed lost in thought. The moonlight blanched him; in the middle of the field, with nothing around to cast a shadow, Harry could clearly see the shadows cast by Draco's own eyelashes against the sharp tops of his cheekbones, the dark spaces below his mouth and eyes, gathering in the hollow of his bared throat. Harry wondered if he was correct about what Draco was thinking, or not.
"So, do you love her or not?" Harry asked.
Draco blinked. "Who?"
Okay, maybe not. "Ginny," Harry said, with emphasis...
Squee. Maybe. All depends on how Draco reacts.
Have fallen in love with Sugababes' Hole in the head. Oh my.
I told you I passed, n'est pas? Well, it wasn't quite as good as I hoped, and not quite as bad as I feared.
But anyway.
Am miserable.
Is of course the only way to learn it properly, but it seems I have to unlearn everything I was taught in college. Wahhhh!
My pride is severely hurt. *Hurries off to write next assignment as will never get over shock otherwise*
Cassandra Claire posted a quite interesting scene at Schnoogle. Wanna read it?
Finished with his declamation, Draco flopped back onto the ground. Harry looked down at him, at the messy blond hair and the satisfied smirk on Draco's face and the sharply drawn shadows under his eyes. "That is not a traditional wizarding drinking song," he said. "You just made that up right now."
"Maybe I did," Draco said, blinking gently.
"It wasn't half bad," Harry admitted.
"Thanks," Draco drawled thoughtfully. "I think I'll dedicate it to Ginny."
"Wh- oh, never mind. I don't even want to know what you meant by that."
"No," Draco agreed, staring idly up at the sky, "you probably don't."
There was a long silence; it stretched out between them like pulled taffy. Harry turned on his side slightly and looked at Draco, who seemed lost in thought. The moonlight blanched him; in the middle of the field, with nothing around to cast a shadow, Harry could clearly see the shadows cast by Draco's own eyelashes against the sharp tops of his cheekbones, the dark spaces below his mouth and eyes, gathering in the hollow of his bared throat. Harry wondered if he was correct about what Draco was thinking, or not.
"So, do you love her or not?" Harry asked.
Draco blinked. "Who?"
Okay, maybe not. "Ginny," Harry said, with emphasis...
Squee. Maybe. All depends on how Draco reacts.
Have fallen in love with Sugababes' Hole in the head. Oh my.