Evey and the clothesbox had a general understanding.  She wouldn't insult it or kick it and it would give her at least one usable garment, even if that garment was found in a sea of hideous dresses.   Sometimes it would even give her two.  The arrangement worked out fairly well, because it got to give her the things it liked and she still managed ( Read more... )

Arthur had had very few things to trouble him over the past few weeks. Life was progressing more peaceably, more smoothly than it ever had before. The few days spent in the dream of his former life, of his former home, had made him nostalgic for a time, and even guilty. Just because the Saxons had been defeated once did not mean that they would ( Read more... )

In my defense, it's not like I disappeared off the face of the planet. Sure, I may have been a little harder to reach than usual, but it's not like I haven't been around. Sleeping in my own room hardly qualifies as hiding.Veronica Mars had been scarce, though. She'd spent most of the last week out of sight, training harder, running further from her ( Read more... )

Lily was in her office. She was sitting at her desk in the corner of the little, one room clinic in the Hidden Hamlet with the door standing open to let in a breeze. Emmy was sitting in the middle of the floor with Toby the turtle and Princess the bear and she was throwing blocks at the wall ( Read more... )

Whatever Veronica Mars has been expecting when she'd charged head first into the jungle with Neil, she hadn't exactly gotten it. Somewhere on the surface had been the desire to save George, whatever that meant, and make sure her friend was okay, sure. But if she had hoped to soothe her restlessness or find she'd fallen back into whoever she'd once ( Read more... )

Charlie wasn't particularly confident in his ability to Apparate all the way from London to Romania, so he'd charted out Apparition points along the way. He was finally heading back to his dragons. It's not that he was relieved to leave his family. He loved them all dearly.

( DH spoilers can be found within! )

Back in the lands of the Kanienkehaka, when Ian had found himself forgetting the language of his mother and father, the language spoken around the hearth in Lallybroch, he'd squatted in the light from the fire pit and named things in the Gaelic until he could remember them. And he hadn't forgotten that part of himself, and he'd felt better ( Read more... )

He was crouched in the undergrowth, listening to them talking through the trees. He'd been on his way home, to tell Isolde about Fergus ( Read more... )

Ian had decided that he was going to have to give his jeans up as a bad job. After nearly eleven months on the island, they were raggy and stained, hanging off his hips, wide tears showing skin and black cotton ( Read more... )

When Cersei had first arrived on the island she had not paid much attention to the calendar. No, that wasn't fair - she still did not pay much attention to it. There were weeks and months she did not understand, and did not care to. They were not hers and so did not matter. But she had felt the passage of time all the same, felt it sitting in her ( Read more... )