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hackthis_archive) wrote2007-12-20 01:05 pm
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Nuts.
I no can has pinch hit. :-( So. First ten people to drop me a pairing and an improv word will get a sentence of a story that doesn't exist. And by sentence I prolly mean like 100 words. Okay, I have my ten. No more! And before I forget:
Dearest Awesome Yuletide Writer Person:
I am out of town next week, but as soon as I can I will be sending you most slovering and effusive feedback.
<3,
Me.
Dearest Awesome Yuletide Writer Person:
I am out of town next week, but as soon as I can I will be sending you most slovering and effusive feedback.
<3,
Me.
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Harry/Blaise, yule
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"What ignominy have you thrust upon me now?" Blaise sighed, standing at the foot of the pine tree and watching as Harry hovered around the ceiling on his broom.
"It's Christmas." Harry was using his wand to wind a string of bright lights around the tree. He didn't even pretend to be ashamed of such frivolity; it was revolting. And so quintessential Gryffindor. "We're celebrating."
"I am not perpetrating any Muggle lies," Blaise scoffed. "Take this monstrosity out of the sitting room at once."
Harry peered down his nose at Blaise. "If you don't help me perpetrate these 'Muggle lies' as you call them, I'll tell your grandfather all about our sex life. In graphic detail. With drawings."
Blaise paled fractionally. "That's blackmail."
Harry grinned. "There are some ornaments on the sofa, you can start with them."
"I always knew you'd been sorted into the wrong house," Blaise huffed. "I can't believe no one else has seen through your facade."
Harry smiled beatifically. "Yes, and Happy Christmas to you too."
thank you!!
I love that Harry knows exactly how to manage him. :)