Everyone has the same opinion
Character Meme, via pinkfinity
Name a character in any of my fandoms* and I'll tell you 3-4 things about them from my personal fanon-take on said character. And since I always like these better when there's fic involved, I'll add a bonus: And I'll write you a few lines of a fic that sums up my opinion.Fandoms include (but are not necessarily limited to): ( Read more... )
Name a character in any of my fandoms* and I'll tell you 3-4 things about them from my personal fanon-take on said character. And since I always like these better when there's fic involved, I'll add a bonus: And I'll write you a few lines of a fic that sums up my opinion.Fandoms include (but are not necessarily limited to): ( Read more... )
1. Tends to want to have things both ways
2. Is actually kind of a useless witch (and why would she have ever bothered, with Albus around and willing to do everything for her?)
3. Can break out the fancy footwork when she has to
And this has already turned into a longer fic (oh dear!) but here are a few lines, with more to come:
August, 1938
For nearly eight months, June had successfully prevented Albus and Hayden from ever quite meeting, though she'd had a few close calls. She wasn't entirely sure just why it was so important to her that they not meet, but it was -- rather desperately.
To date, it actually hadn't been that difficult to keep them apart. They hadn't known one another at school and had few social connections in comon. With Albus in Oxford most of the year -- memorizing the names of battlefields and kings or whatever one did there -- it had been even easier than it might have been otherwise.
"You look lovely, of course," Albus said, handing her a glass of lemonade.
"I don't suppose there's any gin in this?" she said, watching, with what had to be rather impressive calm, as Hayden headed straight for them.
"I'll fetch some for you." Albus said, and was gone -- just in time.
"You have yet," Hayden said, coming up behind her and standing far too close, "to compliment me on my impressive victory on the croquet lawn."
"And you have yet," she said, turning to face him as Albus receded into the crowd, "to compliment me on my new dress."
"You look smashing, of course, darling." Then, "Who was that?"
"No one you'd be interested in meeting," she said.
"Wait a bit." He caught her by the arm. "Is that the dreaded childhood sweetheart? The one your mother not-at-all subtly compares me to every time I come to collect you?"
She sighed. "Neither of you are my sweethearts."
He gave her his most shameless grin. "But you are rather sweet..."
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment