Still alive
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My folks were in for Thanksgiving and we had a lovely time. My sister got me a Han Solo watch for my birthday. Have I mentioned I have the coolest sister in like--ever? She also took Bunny, Obi and me to see GoF. Three mad slashers squeeing on the front row. We were terrible, but had great fun and tried very hard NOT to queer anyone else's viewing experience. And we Felt the Fluffy Neville Love!
But Cedric proposing Harrymeet him for take a bath?
And who was the slim bearded boy with Viktor ALL THE TIME? Absolutely beautiful. (Karkaroff would have been lovely, if not for the bad teeth)
And Neville, dancing fool. He loves to dance, is very good at it and came in with a "wow, I just got laid" look on his face. I adore Neville with much fluffy love.
Bun wants a crypt just like the Riddle one.
My father gets deafer by the year, and I was so busy plottingand having sex in my head that I didn't have a lot to say.
Mudd was cranky we didn't go shopping, and a bit upset at the turn my story took. I wasn't too tickled that Aunt Flo showed up on Wed.
I did 6 loads of laundry and there are a dozen more awaiting me.
And now, an innocuous excerpt.
“I aim to please, dear Charlotte. Shall we sit this one out?”
“Yes, please. And the next. A lady doesn’t dance all night. It’s rude and over-eager. It gives her a bad reputation.” She folded her hands primly and sat quietly.
Nick smiled sweetly. “You wouldn’t be willing to risk your reputation for me? Just one evening? I like my ladies over-eager.”
“You’re naughty, Nicholas Boyd.” She giggled again. He was ready to strangle her with his bare hands to make her stop.
He leaned in close, far too close for her mother’s comfort. “I am. I’m a bad, bad man. And I’m going to ruin you by making you dance every set, even the last, and then we’re going for a walk in the garden without your mother. And by then, everyone will be so scandalized I’ll have to marry you.” He gave a low wicked chuckle. “And on our wedding day, my pet, I will murder you while you’re still in your bridal gown and your ghost can walk the halls of my mansion forever. My little way of keeping you always young.”
She covered her mouth, laughing and knowing she was bad to laugh. “How you do run on.” She was blushing brighter than her dress.
The musicians started a waltz. “Shall we start your ruination, dear Miss Perkins?” Nick stood and offered a hand down to her with a slight bow. She smiled and took it, letting him help her to her feet.
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My folks were in for Thanksgiving and we had a lovely time. My sister got me a Han Solo watch for my birthday. Have I mentioned I have the coolest sister in like--ever? She also took Bunny, Obi and me to see GoF. Three mad slashers squeeing on the front row. We were terrible, but had great fun and tried very hard NOT to queer anyone else's viewing experience. And we Felt the Fluffy Neville Love!
But Cedric proposing Harry
And who was the slim bearded boy with Viktor ALL THE TIME? Absolutely beautiful. (Karkaroff would have been lovely, if not for the bad teeth)
And Neville, dancing fool. He loves to dance, is very good at it and came in with a "wow, I just got laid" look on his face. I adore Neville with much fluffy love.
Bun wants a crypt just like the Riddle one.
My father gets deafer by the year, and I was so busy plotting
Mudd was cranky we didn't go shopping, and a bit upset at the turn my story took. I wasn't too tickled that Aunt Flo showed up on Wed.
I did 6 loads of laundry and there are a dozen more awaiting me.
And now, an innocuous excerpt.
“I aim to please, dear Charlotte. Shall we sit this one out?”
“Yes, please. And the next. A lady doesn’t dance all night. It’s rude and over-eager. It gives her a bad reputation.” She folded her hands primly and sat quietly.
Nick smiled sweetly. “You wouldn’t be willing to risk your reputation for me? Just one evening? I like my ladies over-eager.”
“You’re naughty, Nicholas Boyd.” She giggled again. He was ready to strangle her with his bare hands to make her stop.
He leaned in close, far too close for her mother’s comfort. “I am. I’m a bad, bad man. And I’m going to ruin you by making you dance every set, even the last, and then we’re going for a walk in the garden without your mother. And by then, everyone will be so scandalized I’ll have to marry you.” He gave a low wicked chuckle. “And on our wedding day, my pet, I will murder you while you’re still in your bridal gown and your ghost can walk the halls of my mansion forever. My little way of keeping you always young.”
She covered her mouth, laughing and knowing she was bad to laugh. “How you do run on.” She was blushing brighter than her dress.
The musicians started a waltz. “Shall we start your ruination, dear Miss Perkins?” Nick stood and offered a hand down to her with a slight bow. She smiled and took it, letting him help her to her feet.
