These beauties have tagged me:
What a teaser @maesterchill has cooked up for us,
and Actual Goddess @citrusses at it again with vibes like you wouldn't believe.
In this story, Draco spends the first year after the war on house arrest, doing everything he can to avoid old memories.
Long, long days allowed for plenty of time outside the Manor.
There were only three peachicks now, still with their mother. He visited almost every day, but never discovered what had happened to the fourth. As he continued to visit, they began to tolerate him. The peahen would watch, the blue of her neck bright in his periphery, as her chicks would wander over to where he crouched in the dirt. They would dart and peck, their young crests bouncing in a way that seemed so unserious compared to his childhood memories of the birds.
He watched the heathered, swaying grasses on the line of the horizon, the too-bright grey of the clouds through squinted eyes, the sporadic ripples of raindrops on the surface of his pond—somewhat smaller than the first time he'd sat there. As he watched, the clouds moved on, having given what they could, and the water began to steady and resolve. He watched reflections emerge: the shape of a tree, a blond head, his own face—blurry and, somehow, unexpected.
Come one, come all to the WIP Snip Party! In particular, I'd be super into seeing whatever @jtimu, @eleadore, @starquestingfordrarry, @rainstormradish, @phoebe-delia, @enparallel, and @garagepaperback have on offer. <3
