Guardian spoiler
Crap. This actually never posted? I'm sure I pressed "submit" yesterday! But, of course, it was just before bedtime and I was actually still working on mum's birthday card (still working on it, as a matter of fact, because she asked me to make some changes) and I was tired and... yeah, making excuses. ANYWAY!
Here's something from Guardian, because ginny88 asked and, yeah, it's been a while since I fed you some spoilers. I'm aware you might have been asking for the whole sixth chapter, but 1) I haven't finished it yet *dead* and 2) it doesn't even have a title (I'll brainstorm a bit later -- I've just been writing this one in short spurts so it's hard to remember everything that's been going down).
Don't hold your breaths, though, but I have a feeling it'll (the chapter, that is ;D) be done soon. So, without further ado, let us .
The secretary leaned forward, her way-out-there cleavage in excellent view. “Weren’t you also an Auror, Mr Potter?” she asked in conspiring tones. “Whyever would you quit a job that suited you so well?”
He heard a smothered snort a few steps away. Seated in a straight-back chair, Ginny pretended to read Auror Eye. She gave off the illusion well, except that her eyes moved too slowly.
Harry leaned his hip against the desk, smiling pleasantly at the blonde but keeping an eye on Ginny. “Better opportunities elsewhere, I’m afraid,” he replied toothily.
Obviously you all know I like double-entendre's.
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... and the interior ...
Now I needs to prints.
Here's something from Guardian, because ginny88 asked and, yeah, it's been a while since I fed you some spoilers. I'm aware you might have been asking for the whole sixth chapter, but 1) I haven't finished it yet *dead* and 2) it doesn't even have a title (I'll brainstorm a bit later -- I've just been writing this one in short spurts so it's hard to remember everything that's been going down).
Don't hold your breaths, though, but I have a feeling it'll (the chapter, that is ;D) be done soon. So, without further ado, let us .
The secretary leaned forward, her way-out-there cleavage in excellent view. “Weren’t you also an Auror, Mr Potter?” she asked in conspiring tones. “Whyever would you quit a job that suited you so well?”
He heard a smothered snort a few steps away. Seated in a straight-back chair, Ginny pretended to read Auror Eye. She gave off the illusion well, except that her eyes moved too slowly.
Harry leaned his hip against the desk, smiling pleasantly at the blonde but keeping an eye on Ginny. “Better opportunities elsewhere, I’m afraid,” he replied toothily.
Obviously you all know I like double-entendre's.
edit
... and the interior ...
Now I needs to prints.