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So, as ladylisse can attest, our religion class isn't much for attention holding, but is good for fic type productivity. I guess my new policy is if you get me a drabble request by Thursday I'll write it and post it on Friday. :D Still any pairing/topic/character, any fandom.
For firewillow
Blue eyes met and considered each other. The younger woman sat properly in her chair, her feet crossed at the ankles, soft blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she eyed the woman seated opposite her.
The other pair of blue eyes were sparkling with mirth as she appraised the poised young woman. “Cookie?” she offered, gesturing to the plate on the table between them.
Pansy’s gaze shifted and she considered the Muggle ‘Oreos’ warily. “No, that’s all right. May I ask, Ms... Blaire, you said?”
“That’s right.” Alison grinned.
“Well then, Ms. Blaire, may I ask why we’re here?”
“Of course you may.” Ali’s grinned widened, her look positively gleeful.
Pansy simply sniffed in disdain. “Very well then. Why are we here?”
“Oh, it’s Willow’s birthday, and Cora thought this would amuse her.”
“Cora has a twisted sense of humor.”
That got a laugh out of Alison. “Oh, yes, so she has.”
“Very well then. Happy Birthday Willow. You are the best... what is the word, again?”
“Mun.”
“Right. You are the best Mun, ever. I do hope your day has been and will continue to be lovely.”
“Happy B-day, babe. You’re the greatest. Sure you don’t want a cookie, Pansy? It’s all right if I call you Pansy, isn’t it?”
“No, thank you.” She didn’t clarify which question she was answering, and that just got another grin from Ali.
“You’re loss,” she said, popping an Oreo into her mouth.
For mattador. (My appologies. Luna I don't really have a handle on yet...)
Everyone thought that Luna was so strange, and Ginny couldn’t really argue. She managed, somehow, to be intensely vague - it was highly disconcerting. Somehow, and Ginny never knew how, Luna could give everything and nothing her absolute attention and focus at the same time.
It was the strange focus that first caught Ginny’s attention. She started watching Luna in the classes they had together, and soon realized that the fascinating thing was that she could never tell what or Luna was really focusing on. Luna could be watching Ginny watch Luna, and Ginny would never know.
“Luna?” she tried one day.
“Hmmm?”
“What are you thinking about?”
Luna simply smiled dreamily and launched herself into an explanation of her strange thoughts. Ginny couldn’t follow it, but she had to admit - watching Luna was fascinating.
For ladylisse
“We’re going sailing.”
“Well, that was abrupt.” Lavender raised an eyebrow at Dean, cocking her head so her hair fell down over her shoulder.
“This weekend we’re going sailing. Don’t make any plans.”
“Are you mad, Dean?” Seamus spoke up. “I already have plans - I’m on call at the hospital.”
“Talked to Michael, he’s going to trade weeks with you.”
Seamus glowered. “You what?”
“So, we’re going sailing.”
“You’re quite mad, Dean,” Lavender said, smilng.
“Are you saying you’re not going?”
“No, course not. I’m in.”
“Excellent. Fantastic. Wunderbar. Seamus?”
“This is absurd. I’m not going.”
“Please? Oh, please...” Dean turned the full force of his charm on his lover. Lavender couldn’t help the little smirk on her face.
“Dean...” Seamus tried to object, but denying those eyes was beyond him. “Fine, fine,” he sighed. “I’ll go.”
“Excellent.” Dean grinned. “Now to find a boat.”
****
“This is madness,” Seamus moaned, leaning against the hull of the boat.
“I think it’s brilliant.” Lavender had taken to sailing like... well, like a fish to water. Her blonde hair flew in the wind, light freckles breaking out across her nose as her eyes sparkled at Seamus.
“Yo ho, me harties!” Dean called out, swinging down from the half deck.
“Mad,” Seamus muttered.
“Love you too, Shame. You’re just upset the boat’s Muggle.”
“It would be safer if it had spells on...”
“Don’t be such a worry-wart,” Lavender chided, leaning against Dean with a smile. “Come, have fun.” Holding out her hand to haul him to his feet, she pulled Seamus to stand with them.
“Hmm... fun...” The dreary tone remained in his voice, but he wrapped an arm around both of them, pressing a kiss to Lavender’s cheek.
****
“I feel sick...” Seamus’ moan was back as he lay against the deck, staring up at the sky.
“’S jus’ th’ rockin’ o’ th’ sea, m’lad,” Dean mumbled, half swaying half staggering around the deck with Lavender in a strange sort of dance.
“No, no it’s not. It’s definitely the rum.”
“Don’ malign th’ rum, m’lad.”
“M’lad?” Seamus asked. “Since when am I...”
“Oh Seamus, do stop complaining, love.”
“My head, Lav. Merlin... my head...”
“You’ve no stomach f’r th’ drink t’all, ‘m’lad.”
“Going to kill you when we’re back on land.” Seamus muttered at Dean.
“Dean, I’d not joke about such things. He’ll drink you under the table when we’re home and then I’ll have to deal with you both complaining of the hangovers.”
“Ne’er ge’ a hangover,” they both said, almost in perfect synch.
“What do you call this, then, Seamus?”
“Rum is a vile drink, and the sea is a horrid place. Give me proper whiskey and a nice seat in a pub.”
“Y’re jus’ cranky,” Dean slurred at him.
“I may be cranky, but I’m hardly just cranky.”
“You know, Shame,” Lavender said, taking a drink from the bottle near her. “The sea has its high points.”
“Oh? What?”
“Well, the rocking motion...”
“Makes me sick.” Seamus pouted at the blonde.
Moving away from Dean, Lavender settled down next to Seamus, the rum’s affects only showing in the slight unfocusing of her eyes. “But Shame,” she said coaxingly, trailing a hand down his arm. “Imagine how much fun sex could be.”
That got Seamus’ attention, his gaze flicking between Lavender above him and Dean leaning against the mast, grinning blearily at him. “Well...” he said slowly. “You may have a point.”
“When you’re head is feeling better,” Lavender said, pressing a rum flavored kiss to Seamus’ lips before standing up and returning to her wildly rocking dance with Dean.
Watching them, Seamus finally sat up. Pushing to his feet, he moved unsteadily towards the pair. “This whole sailing thing might not be so bad,” Seamus said, and Dean grinned at him.
“There we go, m’lad,” he said. Laughing, he pulled the smaller man towards him, into their dance.
And, for me, I guess...
It had been a slow and wonderful day - they’d all finished their work earlier and the weather had been too lovely to stay inside. The three had been out on the lawn for hours - some of the others had come by for a while, but none of them had really had the energy for company.
Now they lay, Ginny resting her head on Neville’s stomach as he ran a hand through her hair while Colin laid on his stomach, camera left within arms reach but his attention taken up by a piece of grace he was tracing along Neville’s arm.
“Tickles a bit, Colin,” Neville said quietly, not moving the arm away from the other boy.
“Mmm,” was all Colin said, continuing to trace patterns.
Rolling over, Ginny resettled herself so she could see both boys. Reaching out, she caught Colin’s hand, pulling him closer. “I’m sleepy,” she muttered.
As Colin shifted, moving closer, he wrapped the captured arm around Ginny’s waist. The shift let him curl up around Ginny, head resting on Neville’s chest. “Works for me,” he said. Colin pressed a kiss to Neville’s chest and closed his eyes.
“Yeah, I can deal with this.” Neville draped his arm around Colin’s shoulders, his fingers slowing their motion through Ginny’s hair as he drifted to sleep, warm, comfortable, and content.
So yeah, if you want drabbles, just ask. :D
For firewillow
Blue eyes met and considered each other. The younger woman sat properly in her chair, her feet crossed at the ankles, soft blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she eyed the woman seated opposite her.
The other pair of blue eyes were sparkling with mirth as she appraised the poised young woman. “Cookie?” she offered, gesturing to the plate on the table between them.
Pansy’s gaze shifted and she considered the Muggle ‘Oreos’ warily. “No, that’s all right. May I ask, Ms... Blaire, you said?”
“That’s right.” Alison grinned.
“Well then, Ms. Blaire, may I ask why we’re here?”
“Of course you may.” Ali’s grinned widened, her look positively gleeful.
Pansy simply sniffed in disdain. “Very well then. Why are we here?”
“Oh, it’s Willow’s birthday, and Cora thought this would amuse her.”
“Cora has a twisted sense of humor.”
That got a laugh out of Alison. “Oh, yes, so she has.”
“Very well then. Happy Birthday Willow. You are the best... what is the word, again?”
“Mun.”
“Right. You are the best Mun, ever. I do hope your day has been and will continue to be lovely.”
“Happy B-day, babe. You’re the greatest. Sure you don’t want a cookie, Pansy? It’s all right if I call you Pansy, isn’t it?”
“No, thank you.” She didn’t clarify which question she was answering, and that just got another grin from Ali.
“You’re loss,” she said, popping an Oreo into her mouth.
For mattador. (My appologies. Luna I don't really have a handle on yet...)
Everyone thought that Luna was so strange, and Ginny couldn’t really argue. She managed, somehow, to be intensely vague - it was highly disconcerting. Somehow, and Ginny never knew how, Luna could give everything and nothing her absolute attention and focus at the same time.
It was the strange focus that first caught Ginny’s attention. She started watching Luna in the classes they had together, and soon realized that the fascinating thing was that she could never tell what or Luna was really focusing on. Luna could be watching Ginny watch Luna, and Ginny would never know.
“Luna?” she tried one day.
“Hmmm?”
“What are you thinking about?”
Luna simply smiled dreamily and launched herself into an explanation of her strange thoughts. Ginny couldn’t follow it, but she had to admit - watching Luna was fascinating.
For ladylisse
“We’re going sailing.”
“Well, that was abrupt.” Lavender raised an eyebrow at Dean, cocking her head so her hair fell down over her shoulder.
“This weekend we’re going sailing. Don’t make any plans.”
“Are you mad, Dean?” Seamus spoke up. “I already have plans - I’m on call at the hospital.”
“Talked to Michael, he’s going to trade weeks with you.”
Seamus glowered. “You what?”
“So, we’re going sailing.”
“You’re quite mad, Dean,” Lavender said, smilng.
“Are you saying you’re not going?”
“No, course not. I’m in.”
“Excellent. Fantastic. Wunderbar. Seamus?”
“This is absurd. I’m not going.”
“Please? Oh, please...” Dean turned the full force of his charm on his lover. Lavender couldn’t help the little smirk on her face.
“Dean...” Seamus tried to object, but denying those eyes was beyond him. “Fine, fine,” he sighed. “I’ll go.”
“Excellent.” Dean grinned. “Now to find a boat.”
****
“This is madness,” Seamus moaned, leaning against the hull of the boat.
“I think it’s brilliant.” Lavender had taken to sailing like... well, like a fish to water. Her blonde hair flew in the wind, light freckles breaking out across her nose as her eyes sparkled at Seamus.
“Yo ho, me harties!” Dean called out, swinging down from the half deck.
“Mad,” Seamus muttered.
“Love you too, Shame. You’re just upset the boat’s Muggle.”
“It would be safer if it had spells on...”
“Don’t be such a worry-wart,” Lavender chided, leaning against Dean with a smile. “Come, have fun.” Holding out her hand to haul him to his feet, she pulled Seamus to stand with them.
“Hmm... fun...” The dreary tone remained in his voice, but he wrapped an arm around both of them, pressing a kiss to Lavender’s cheek.
****
“I feel sick...” Seamus’ moan was back as he lay against the deck, staring up at the sky.
“’S jus’ th’ rockin’ o’ th’ sea, m’lad,” Dean mumbled, half swaying half staggering around the deck with Lavender in a strange sort of dance.
“No, no it’s not. It’s definitely the rum.”
“Don’ malign th’ rum, m’lad.”
“M’lad?” Seamus asked. “Since when am I...”
“Oh Seamus, do stop complaining, love.”
“My head, Lav. Merlin... my head...”
“You’ve no stomach f’r th’ drink t’all, ‘m’lad.”
“Going to kill you when we’re back on land.” Seamus muttered at Dean.
“Dean, I’d not joke about such things. He’ll drink you under the table when we’re home and then I’ll have to deal with you both complaining of the hangovers.”
“Ne’er ge’ a hangover,” they both said, almost in perfect synch.
“What do you call this, then, Seamus?”
“Rum is a vile drink, and the sea is a horrid place. Give me proper whiskey and a nice seat in a pub.”
“Y’re jus’ cranky,” Dean slurred at him.
“I may be cranky, but I’m hardly just cranky.”
“You know, Shame,” Lavender said, taking a drink from the bottle near her. “The sea has its high points.”
“Oh? What?”
“Well, the rocking motion...”
“Makes me sick.” Seamus pouted at the blonde.
Moving away from Dean, Lavender settled down next to Seamus, the rum’s affects only showing in the slight unfocusing of her eyes. “But Shame,” she said coaxingly, trailing a hand down his arm. “Imagine how much fun sex could be.”
That got Seamus’ attention, his gaze flicking between Lavender above him and Dean leaning against the mast, grinning blearily at him. “Well...” he said slowly. “You may have a point.”
“When you’re head is feeling better,” Lavender said, pressing a rum flavored kiss to Seamus’ lips before standing up and returning to her wildly rocking dance with Dean.
Watching them, Seamus finally sat up. Pushing to his feet, he moved unsteadily towards the pair. “This whole sailing thing might not be so bad,” Seamus said, and Dean grinned at him.
“There we go, m’lad,” he said. Laughing, he pulled the smaller man towards him, into their dance.
And, for me, I guess...
It had been a slow and wonderful day - they’d all finished their work earlier and the weather had been too lovely to stay inside. The three had been out on the lawn for hours - some of the others had come by for a while, but none of them had really had the energy for company.
Now they lay, Ginny resting her head on Neville’s stomach as he ran a hand through her hair while Colin laid on his stomach, camera left within arms reach but his attention taken up by a piece of grace he was tracing along Neville’s arm.
“Tickles a bit, Colin,” Neville said quietly, not moving the arm away from the other boy.
“Mmm,” was all Colin said, continuing to trace patterns.
Rolling over, Ginny resettled herself so she could see both boys. Reaching out, she caught Colin’s hand, pulling him closer. “I’m sleepy,” she muttered.
As Colin shifted, moving closer, he wrapped the captured arm around Ginny’s waist. The shift let him curl up around Ginny, head resting on Neville’s chest. “Works for me,” he said. Colin pressed a kiss to Neville’s chest and closed his eyes.
“Yeah, I can deal with this.” Neville draped his arm around Colin’s shoulders, his fingers slowing their motion through Ginny’s hair as he drifted to sleep, warm, comfortable, and content.
So yeah, if you want drabbles, just ask. :D