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James cajoles
For the Fluff thread's cajoling theme:
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Lily opened the door of the cottage kitchen closet looking for twine, but halted in surprise. The setting rays of the sun spilled out…
There stood a broom. The blindingly polished mahogany handle bore a shiny gold label which read, 'Quality Quidditch Supplies' in scrolling black script. She reached in, ( Read more... ) -
Christmas in Diagon Alley
100 word drabble
On Gringott’s top step, Fleur snugged on her white angora hat and feathered her hair, pointedly ignoring the beady-eyed goblin’s surveillance. Only the English would employ such creatures guarding banks.
Oh, if Gabrielle were here! They would stick out their tongues to taste the swirling flakes together.
She surveyed the bustle in ( Read more... ) -
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Distracting Ginny from O.W.L.s (Episode #29)
warning: slapstick
“Why did you leave your Herbology book in your Quidditch locker?” Ginny asked, as they walked hand in hand, toes sweeping over the green grass of the Hogwart’s lawn.
“Because…” Harry explained, never tiring of Ginny’s gentle extractions, “Hermione made me and Ron go look at the ( Read more... ) -
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It's cold in coastal Northern California. I always forget this. I just returned home from four days of hoodie wearing in Santa Cruz, California, during which Boy Wonder and I entertained ourselves in the following ways:
reading...
riding rented cruiser bikes practically everywhere...
seeing a well-adapted performance of a Mid-Summer Night's Dream in ( Read more... ) -
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Vol-de-mort.
Theft of death.
Flight from death.
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Head smax. I missed that one for the longest time. It's like seeing the last name Robinson or Loyalson or Thatcher; you just forget to decipher last names until there's a reason. Have you ever met someone who fits their last name just perfectly? I've met climbers like that. (I'm searching my brain ( Read more... ) -
11th in 3:08
Sports will break your heart if you let them. That’s why I refuse to brood over an honest 11th place finish in a race that didn’t quite go my way today.
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running
Just bring on the deadly struggle for my soul already and I’ll do just fine, I think. It’s this pacing around the house and washing socks that's killing me!
( Enter Grimmauld Place... ) -
Simple Pleasures
I told Dana yesterday that I hoped it would rain today. Who would want it to rain on Memorial Day weekend, you might ask?
Boy Wonder and I have gone away for the previous three Memorial Day weekends to climb. Three days of climbing leads you home with scratched hands, sore shoulders, and severe want of your own bed. This year, since both of us ( Read more... ) -
I Shall Call Him Boy Wonder
You all have clever nicknames (Doc, the Admiral, the Designer) for your significant others. I'm not sure who came up with the naming convention, but I've been long overdue to come up with one so I can stop typing "my husband". Enter Boy Wonder. As a bike racer he really does own a lycra get-up, complete with the aerodynamic bootie covers and he ( Read more... ) -
The Grandeur Peak Traverse
The Old Mountain Goat and the Little Fox Meet Again
Since high school, all my personal running mantras have been associated with animals. The act of traveling swiftly, feeling utterly wild, and the coursing of my own circulation all put me in mind of animals. This week’s fairy tale theme has probably helped surface such associations. Alas, ( Read more... )