Probably Nothing Artistic, Maybe Just an Update

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If you've read my regular journal, you know I'm answering phones at church. I'm bored, and trying to kill time without doing anything incriminating. Especially now that Father Roy is here.

I've decided that I'm going to join ficlets100 and work on that this summer. Unlike my disastrous attempt at the fanart50, which I may but probably won't return to, this

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[kinetikatrue]

Beowulf/beorscop, ashes, if you don't mind . . .

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Beowulf hardly heard anything the scop was singing, too busy contemplating the way the ashes of Hrothgar's fire swirled and eddied in the hearth. The meadhall rang with the sounds of fellowship and communal drunkenness, levity to stave off the approaching dark.

The scop finished and sat beside the mighty warrior, hands brushing as he reached for a goblet of mead. Their eyes met briefly, a glance of solidarity, a prayer for luck.

It would be a long night in Heorot.

[kinetikatrue]

Oh, v. lovely. It's going to be a long night, indeed. So many things hidden between the ashes and the songs and the dark.

[boondock_duck]

hm.
i want you to write about...
climbing trees with the little rascals (you know, our favourite gang of fourth years)

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"Are we high enough now?" Althea asked as the bark scraped her palms. She nearly lost her footing (and her shoe), muttering curses under her breath.

Regulus sighed exasperatedly. "Yes, okay? Now be quiet, or they'll hear us."

The three Slytherin fourth-years waited up in the tree by the lake. The day was warm, the sun was shining, and the water balloons were filled with green sludge.

"Here they come! Get ready," Samhain hissed, wand held aloft.

The Hufflepuff third-year girls never saw it coming.

House, Sandwich.

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"...Did you take my sandwich?"

House looked up from his game of Solitaire. Wilson's obnoxiously loud tie was glaring at him sternly.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Wilson threw his hands in his air in frustration. "My sandwich, House! It was in the Oncology fridge with my name on it and now it's gone. And I don't doubt for one minute that you're responsible for its disappearance."

House flipped over another card. "I think you're paranoid, Wilson."

As he stalked out of the Differential Diagnosis office, Chase leaned back in his chair and casually informed him, "The corned beef was a little dry."

[diva_freak]

let's see you take a crack at some good old-fashioned ron/draco. the word: CIRCUS.

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"Explain to me again why we are sitting here, in these horrible, crowded, Muggle-infested seats, smelling of stale popcorn and elephant?" Draco groused.

Ron sighed. "Because Hermione gave me the tickets and I thought it would be fun. It's something different. Grumpy bugger."

Draco wasn't going to admit it, but sitting knee-to-knee with the redhead, watching him watch the trapeze artists soar through the air (not nearly as graceful as Quidditch players, he sniffed), was worth the trouble. Perhaps this circus business wasn't so bad.

[diva_freak]

loving you right now.

[groovyfacemcgee]

one of my favorite hp rpg couples =] the word is.....freezepops! oh, the nostalgia =]

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Phulan eyed the plastic sleeve and the bright green ice it contained with suspicion. "...I don't know..."

"It's not going to bite you, Phulan, it's a freezepop," Remus said gently, trying not to laugh.

Having never seen such a thing at the orphanage, the Indian girl was skeptical of the frozen treat. She pushed the ice up in the sleeve and bit into it.

"Oh!"

Remus smiled. "Good, huh?"

Phulan nodded, leaned over, and kissed the blond boy so he could have a taste.