Valentine's Day fourth set & Friday
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Harry with the golden egg is a new still from GoF, in case anyone hasn't seen it yet.
We watched "The Aviator." Wow. Wow. It blew my mind. After I watched it, I couldn't say anything for a good long while (although this could also be that it was really late at night and I was really tired). When I say "it blew my mind," I really mean it - and I'll leave it up to other people to decide whether that was in a good or bad way.
I will say that I liked the movie - but mainly for Leo's intense and awesome acting. Cate was superb, and I thought Kate was much better than I expected her to be. From the trailer, I would have said it's a definite contender for Best Picture, but after seeing it - I don't know. The way it was filmed was lush and nice, but there were a few slow moments and sequences that made me go, "Wait, what was the point of that scene?" I also thought the ending was way too abrupt - I wouldn't even have recognized it for the ending if it weren't for the fact that credits popped up all of a sudden.
I felt Leo outdid himself with the disorder - OCD? - and in Brewster's hearings, just, WOW. You wanted to cheer for him, honestly.
I just noticed, but for the past few days, despite the busy-ness with school, my first reflex is to always put "happy" down as my mood.
Right, so onto the fourth set of Valentine's Day drabble/ficlets (so much for the "I think it'll just be two installments" confidence *scoffs*). I think what I like about doing this is that I'm writing more and I've come to realize more how great and crazy talented the people on my flist are *is full of affection for flist*
I finished the ones for scarletangel68, sionnain, and wendybird7 today. Bellatrix and Rodolphus were completely new to me, but I'm pretty proud of the final product. And Bill, for some reason (I swear it's because of sillysun22), has become one of my favorite Weasleys to write. Same with Charlie after I reread OotP.
Recipient: scarletangel68
Message: You’re sweet and very nice, and you put up with me being an awful commenter on LJ. Not as much Draco/Ginny interaction as you might like, but I wasn’t sure what to do with this one. *sheepish*
Title: The Nicest Dark Night
Ship: Draco/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Ginny leaned on forward, resting her elbows on her knees, but the pain that flashed through her made her straighten again before slumping back against the wall as she curled herself closer for warmth. Off in the distance, she could see the bobbing lights of lamps that floated and trailed after the wizard or witch who had conjured them. There were few medics out amongst them, she knew. Medics were too precious to be risked for something that would result more in a retrieval of bodies than helping the few wounded.
Ginny resigned herself to the intrusion she knew would come. Her brothers would be looking for her soon. Until they arrived, she wanted to let the quiet lap at her. Ginny played with the unconsciousness that crested and fell and swelled within her, drowsy one moment and awake the next.
When someone did come, a few minutes later, it was not one of her brothers, and he seemed to appear from the darkness, melting away from the shadows to materialize before her. Ginny squinted at him. He had eschewed a lamp, and the “Lumos” he cast flared too bright in front of her eyes and she was temporarily dazzled.
“Stupid girl,” he muttered, staring down at her, holding his illuminated wand away from him to peer at her closely. “What have you done to yourself this time?”
Ginny cradled her arm closer to her. “It’s just a surface scratch. I just thought I’d wait here for a while.”
He dropped lightly to his knees beside her, pushing the sleeve of her shirt back impatiently, exposing the angry red line that had welled with blood. He stared at the wound for a long moment, and then he pressed her arm to his lips. Drawing back, he ripped her sleeve back without pause.
“Hey!”
He was methodically wrapping her finger in the scrap of cloth, winding the cleanly-torn strip around her arm. “What?”
“This is one of my favorite shirts!”
“So? You’re a little more important, don’t you think?”
Ginny gazed at the fair head bent industriously over his task. “You know, a healing spell could have cured that,” she said softly.
Draco looked up, grey eyes meeting hers. “I never was any good at them.”
A/N: Totally built off this quote bit from an Anime T.V. show or comic or something that my friend emailed me once. Inuyasha, I believed he said it was.
Recipient: sionnain
Message: Hee! You’re talented at writing fabulous fics that are darker than what I normally read, but somehow, they don’t depress me - instead, you’ve offered a different take on the dynamics of your characters and made me look twice at ships. So, clearly, I was always going to write Bella/Rodolphus for you, but I’ve been holding back because the ship scares me to death. In the end, I decided to opt for something as close to Death Eater fluff as I could.
Title: A Lack of Sangfroid
Ship: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Rating: PG-13 (or the mildest R possible)
Bellatrix felt many things towards her husband. And although she would never be so foolish to call them emotions, she wasn’t foolish enough to ignore them and pretend they didn’t exist either.
She identified many feelings with him. Power, because power did indeed have a dizzying feeling. Grace, dominance, hate, passion. Darkness and depth.
But the single word that could sum it all up - Bellatrix had mused at long length about it - the one word that was so exact and precise and present -
A rough hand at her hip drew her back sharply into a hard chest, and although she was used to it by now, although she was unsurprised, Bellatrix couldn’t help the sudden quickening of her blood and breathing.
Gasp.
Rodolphus made her gasp, she had finally decided. The things he did to her made her mindless and heady and consuming, and he made her feel something that was a bit of an obsession, and the aftermath, the side effect was that Bellatrix always had the sensation of needing to catch her breath. Rodolphus was sort of like a stiff drink drunk too fast that hit the back of her throat and went down without her actually swallowing and made her choke a little. And her eyes would feel like burning from wanting to see every sculpted feature and detail of his face and his body, and she felt like she was hard-pressed to breathe. Bellatrix had never managed to be completely sangfroid around Rodolphus.
“Rodolphus,” she said, lolling her head back against his shoulder, baring the long, graceful column of her pale-white neck.
She could smell him - an unfathomably dark and sharp taste of spice and a crumbling, dying fire. Bellatrix reached back unseeingly, curling her arm around his neck, pulling her fingers through his hair just hard enough so that another man might have found it uncomfortable.
With this man, she was answered with the tightening of his fingers digging into her hip and just below the curve of her breast. Gasp.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bella,” said Rodolphus, the timbre of his voice vibrating echoing against her ribcage. His lips touched her ear briefly, and then he seemed to change his mind and his tongue touched the traitorous, leaping pulse in the hollow of her neck.
Gasp.
Recipient: wendybird7
Message: You’re utterly crazy, and I love that. Some Weasley interaction, for that new Weasley fix you seem to have developed.
Title: The One Where Bill Comes Back
Ship: N/A, Bill and Charlie
Rating: PG-13
There was a sound from outside that made Charlie lower his newspaper. Sunlight was filtered by the lacy, thin drapes, newly installed by Ginny as a gift for Mother’s Day, and the kitchen was full of lazy warmth. He dropped his chair from its two back legs with a thud as he rose, stretching his broad shoulders.
Charlie padded barefoot from the warm-tiled kitchen to the front door of the Burrow, which he drew open wide with a flourish.
His older brother froze, a guilty look on his face.
Bill was juggling several brown-paper wrapped packages in his arms, and he had apparently been attempting to open the door with his elbow. A slim-shaped box tumbled out of his grasp; with a Seeker’s precision and reflex, Charlie reached out easily to pull it from its freefall.
“Hey, big brother,” greeted Charlie with a grin, spinning the box on an axis with his fingertips. “Nice tan.”
Bill grinned back, a bright show of white teeth in his bronzed face. “Peru was hot.”
“From your owls, I’d say it wasn’t just the country that was hot.” Charlie’s voice was noncommittal, his face blank.
Bill’s grin widened. “The nightlife was incredible, what can I say? Now, are you going to move out of the way or not?”
Charlie stepped aside. “Dare I ask why you’ve come at a time when you knew Mum and Dad would be out?”
“I have it on good word that one of my owls about the nightlife fell into Mum’s possession,” said Bill casually, “By the way, if you’re overly fond of your twin brothers, give them a warning I’m back, won’t you?”
Charlie smirked. “My discount at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes is 10%. I don’t love them that much.” He nodded at the packages Bill had dumped on the couch. “What are those?”
Bill shrugged off his backpack, letting it fall carelessly with a thud. “I came with a peace offering, of course.” He rummaged through the boxes and tossed Charlie a long, oblong shaped package. “For you, little brother.”
ETA: I almost forgot: streetscribbles has asked me if there are any Ginny writing resources around (and I was ashamed to say that I was not aware of any, although sillysun22 gave a good link), and because it is a good thing to know, does anyone know if there is a Ginny-specific writing resource site? One that isn't limited to a Ginny pairing? Thanks!
Harry with the golden egg is a new still from GoF, in case anyone hasn't seen it yet.
We watched "The Aviator." Wow. Wow. It blew my mind. After I watched it, I couldn't say anything for a good long while (although this could also be that it was really late at night and I was really tired). When I say "it blew my mind," I really mean it - and I'll leave it up to other people to decide whether that was in a good or bad way.
I will say that I liked the movie - but mainly for Leo's intense and awesome acting. Cate was superb, and I thought Kate was much better than I expected her to be. From the trailer, I would have said it's a definite contender for Best Picture, but after seeing it - I don't know. The way it was filmed was lush and nice, but there were a few slow moments and sequences that made me go, "Wait, what was the point of that scene?" I also thought the ending was way too abrupt - I wouldn't even have recognized it for the ending if it weren't for the fact that credits popped up all of a sudden.
I felt Leo outdid himself with the disorder - OCD? - and in Brewster's hearings, just, WOW. You wanted to cheer for him, honestly.
I just noticed, but for the past few days, despite the busy-ness with school, my first reflex is to always put "happy" down as my mood.
Right, so onto the fourth set of Valentine's Day drabble/ficlets (so much for the "I think it'll just be two installments" confidence *scoffs*). I think what I like about doing this is that I'm writing more and I've come to realize more how great and crazy talented the people on my flist are *is full of affection for flist*
I finished the ones for scarletangel68, sionnain, and wendybird7 today. Bellatrix and Rodolphus were completely new to me, but I'm pretty proud of the final product. And Bill, for some reason (I swear it's because of sillysun22), has become one of my favorite Weasleys to write. Same with Charlie after I reread OotP.
Recipient: scarletangel68
Message: You’re sweet and very nice, and you put up with me being an awful commenter on LJ. Not as much Draco/Ginny interaction as you might like, but I wasn’t sure what to do with this one. *sheepish*
Title: The Nicest Dark Night
Ship: Draco/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Ginny leaned on forward, resting her elbows on her knees, but the pain that flashed through her made her straighten again before slumping back against the wall as she curled herself closer for warmth. Off in the distance, she could see the bobbing lights of lamps that floated and trailed after the wizard or witch who had conjured them. There were few medics out amongst them, she knew. Medics were too precious to be risked for something that would result more in a retrieval of bodies than helping the few wounded.
Ginny resigned herself to the intrusion she knew would come. Her brothers would be looking for her soon. Until they arrived, she wanted to let the quiet lap at her. Ginny played with the unconsciousness that crested and fell and swelled within her, drowsy one moment and awake the next.
When someone did come, a few minutes later, it was not one of her brothers, and he seemed to appear from the darkness, melting away from the shadows to materialize before her. Ginny squinted at him. He had eschewed a lamp, and the “Lumos” he cast flared too bright in front of her eyes and she was temporarily dazzled.
“Stupid girl,” he muttered, staring down at her, holding his illuminated wand away from him to peer at her closely. “What have you done to yourself this time?”
Ginny cradled her arm closer to her. “It’s just a surface scratch. I just thought I’d wait here for a while.”
He dropped lightly to his knees beside her, pushing the sleeve of her shirt back impatiently, exposing the angry red line that had welled with blood. He stared at the wound for a long moment, and then he pressed her arm to his lips. Drawing back, he ripped her sleeve back without pause.
“Hey!”
He was methodically wrapping her finger in the scrap of cloth, winding the cleanly-torn strip around her arm. “What?”
“This is one of my favorite shirts!”
“So? You’re a little more important, don’t you think?”
Ginny gazed at the fair head bent industriously over his task. “You know, a healing spell could have cured that,” she said softly.
Draco looked up, grey eyes meeting hers. “I never was any good at them.”
A/N: Totally built off this quote bit from an Anime T.V. show or comic or something that my friend emailed me once. Inuyasha, I believed he said it was.
Recipient: sionnain
Message: Hee! You’re talented at writing fabulous fics that are darker than what I normally read, but somehow, they don’t depress me - instead, you’ve offered a different take on the dynamics of your characters and made me look twice at ships. So, clearly, I was always going to write Bella/Rodolphus for you, but I’ve been holding back because the ship scares me to death. In the end, I decided to opt for something as close to Death Eater fluff as I could.
Title: A Lack of Sangfroid
Ship: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Rating: PG-13 (or the mildest R possible)
Bellatrix felt many things towards her husband. And although she would never be so foolish to call them emotions, she wasn’t foolish enough to ignore them and pretend they didn’t exist either.
She identified many feelings with him. Power, because power did indeed have a dizzying feeling. Grace, dominance, hate, passion. Darkness and depth.
But the single word that could sum it all up - Bellatrix had mused at long length about it - the one word that was so exact and precise and present -
A rough hand at her hip drew her back sharply into a hard chest, and although she was used to it by now, although she was unsurprised, Bellatrix couldn’t help the sudden quickening of her blood and breathing.
Gasp.
Rodolphus made her gasp, she had finally decided. The things he did to her made her mindless and heady and consuming, and he made her feel something that was a bit of an obsession, and the aftermath, the side effect was that Bellatrix always had the sensation of needing to catch her breath. Rodolphus was sort of like a stiff drink drunk too fast that hit the back of her throat and went down without her actually swallowing and made her choke a little. And her eyes would feel like burning from wanting to see every sculpted feature and detail of his face and his body, and she felt like she was hard-pressed to breathe. Bellatrix had never managed to be completely sangfroid around Rodolphus.
“Rodolphus,” she said, lolling her head back against his shoulder, baring the long, graceful column of her pale-white neck.
She could smell him - an unfathomably dark and sharp taste of spice and a crumbling, dying fire. Bellatrix reached back unseeingly, curling her arm around his neck, pulling her fingers through his hair just hard enough so that another man might have found it uncomfortable.
With this man, she was answered with the tightening of his fingers digging into her hip and just below the curve of her breast. Gasp.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bella,” said Rodolphus, the timbre of his voice vibrating echoing against her ribcage. His lips touched her ear briefly, and then he seemed to change his mind and his tongue touched the traitorous, leaping pulse in the hollow of her neck.
Gasp.
Recipient: wendybird7
Message: You’re utterly crazy, and I love that. Some Weasley interaction, for that new Weasley fix you seem to have developed.
Title: The One Where Bill Comes Back
Ship: N/A, Bill and Charlie
Rating: PG-13
There was a sound from outside that made Charlie lower his newspaper. Sunlight was filtered by the lacy, thin drapes, newly installed by Ginny as a gift for Mother’s Day, and the kitchen was full of lazy warmth. He dropped his chair from its two back legs with a thud as he rose, stretching his broad shoulders.
Charlie padded barefoot from the warm-tiled kitchen to the front door of the Burrow, which he drew open wide with a flourish.
His older brother froze, a guilty look on his face.
Bill was juggling several brown-paper wrapped packages in his arms, and he had apparently been attempting to open the door with his elbow. A slim-shaped box tumbled out of his grasp; with a Seeker’s precision and reflex, Charlie reached out easily to pull it from its freefall.
“Hey, big brother,” greeted Charlie with a grin, spinning the box on an axis with his fingertips. “Nice tan.”
Bill grinned back, a bright show of white teeth in his bronzed face. “Peru was hot.”
“From your owls, I’d say it wasn’t just the country that was hot.” Charlie’s voice was noncommittal, his face blank.
Bill’s grin widened. “The nightlife was incredible, what can I say? Now, are you going to move out of the way or not?”
Charlie stepped aside. “Dare I ask why you’ve come at a time when you knew Mum and Dad would be out?”
“I have it on good word that one of my owls about the nightlife fell into Mum’s possession,” said Bill casually, “By the way, if you’re overly fond of your twin brothers, give them a warning I’m back, won’t you?”
Charlie smirked. “My discount at Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes is 10%. I don’t love them that much.” He nodded at the packages Bill had dumped on the couch. “What are those?”
Bill shrugged off his backpack, letting it fall carelessly with a thud. “I came with a peace offering, of course.” He rummaged through the boxes and tossed Charlie a long, oblong shaped package. “For you, little brother.”
ETA: I almost forgot: streetscribbles has asked me if there are any Ginny writing resources around (and I was ashamed to say that I was not aware of any, although sillysun22 gave a good link), and because it is a good thing to know, does anyone know if there is a Ginny-specific writing resource site? One that isn't limited to a Ginny pairing? Thanks!