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I CAN'T LOVE HIM Chapter 8: Mrs MacDonald's Fudge

“What—is—your—problem?” She inched forward with every word, stopping a breath away, eyes blazing, watching the cogs in his brain turn. “I don’t…” “Don’t be daft. You hexed Gibson.” His fingertips went to his lip. Good. He understood. “Why did you do that?” “You know why.” His voice was rough and quiet.

Tagging @merlinsbbeard @nodirectionhome-ao3 @joyseuphoria and @itsjamespotter with the words: quiet, reach, light, back.

Laugh (from I Can't Love Him)

James laughed and took a small step closer so as to be heard clearly over the music, asking, “Does this mean you’ll help me out in Potions again?”

Glance (from I Can't Love Him)

Lily and Marlene were hovering by a table near the entrance hole which was positively dripping with mountainous platters of food. Marlene, who was loading up her third plate, didn’t even glance at her friend to reply, “Lily, I’m bloody famished.”

Hand (from Between the Desire and the Spasm)

“It’s absolutely disgusting.” Then he leant down for a kiss—when had he crossed the room?—and she could do nothing but kiss him back. Lashes on cheeks, hands on bent elbows, soft, gentle as was everything else when it came to Timothy McKinnon.

Warm (from I Can't Love Him)

Family (from Expectation's Encumbrance)

Mrs Evans turned then upon her sister-in-law and implored her to make them see reason, sprouting many a complaint about her daughters’ lack of compassion and how they cared not for their family, their father, or the entail which would surely see them destitute if they did not listen to their poor mama. Allowing not a moment for Lady Bauffremont to concede, she turned again to her daughters and said in a waspish tone, “You will go and you will invite the young gentlemen to walk with you and this is the last I will hear on the subject!”

No mistake :(

Broken (from I Can't Love Him)

...Across the table, cinnamon-specked porridge was steadily dripping from the spoon poised halfway between Marlene’s bowl and her slack mouth. Beside her, with an uncomfortable sort of gap separating them, Sirius was staring at James with narrowed eyes and an air of incredulity. Peter, beside the thieving boy, was leant away as if waiting for a Howler to burst into flames. The remaining sixth-year Gryffindors all sat in varying states of caution and dubiety. James looked up. “What?” Trance broken.

Sigh (from Between the Desire and the Spasm)

Dorcas sighed. “You’re the biggest pest, you know that?”

Thanks @charmsandtealeaves for the tag! This took a few days of stewing... and then I forgot about it.

I’m not sure what the original rules were, but I’m going with stuff from this year.

FANDOM

Started writing promoted microfics. Published 15 so far. Mostly Jily, one Wolfstar, and one about Angelina Johnson. It's so much fun; I love the microfic community.

Published chapters for All’s Well That Ends Well, I Can’t Love Him and Expectation’s Encumbrance. Will probably take me a couple months to publish the next ones, but hey, who's counting?

Published Three Is a Lucky Number, You Know, which was the labour of an in-proportionate amount of time. Probably one of my favourite things I've written.

This is not really fandom, but it is Tumblr: I can now leave Asks without switching to anon, which used to be difficult/anxiety-invoking. Yay for me!

NON FANDOM

Started bouldering again after a long break. Also picked up a few other hobbies again, which is fun.

Have a +30-day streak on Duolingo. Probably my proudest achievement. Edit: it’s now +70. Just saying.

Enrolled in a unit at uni. Pretty happy with myself about this one. I was considering deferring because my mental health was in the dumps last year (not helped by uni), but I'm actually looking forward to this semester.

That's all I can really think of.

I CAN'T LOVE HIM Chapter 7: The Lonely Broomstick.

"Prongs?" Peter, whose eyebrows were visibly singed, peered over at the figure who has just pushed into the Gryffindor sixth-year boy’s dormitory. His head was ducked, hands shoved in his trouser pockets. "Where've you been, mate?" Sirius asked, tossing the firecracker he'd been examining back into the large pile of Zonko's goods. "McGonagall's office," James muttered, stepping into the stove light. His hair was in its usual state of disarray. His horn-rimmed glasses were absent. His lip was split, scabbing up a little, and blood had been wiped away from his nose by the sleeve of his jumper, as was evident upon a quick glance at the cuff.

It was upon rising, with a tremendous tantrum from the chaise longe, that James registered the burgeoning pain in his upper thigh and upon peering down the left leg of his dust-brushed trousers and sticking a tentative hand down to investigate, did he discover the deep soon-to-be-festering gash caked in a good layer of dry blood and some fresher, stickier blood that had recently resumed flowing.

LILY EVANS  Quick-witted and kind-hearted

JAMES POTTER Ludic lover-boy

MARLENE McKINNON Fearless feminist

SIRIUS BLACK Reckless rebel

JACKIE JOHNSON Courageous blithe

REMUS LUPIN Sarcastic bookworm

MARY MacDONALD Orphic quaintrelle

PETER PETTIGREW Soft and susceptible

ALICE FORTESCUE Irenic treehugger

FRANK LONGBOTTOM Pauciloquent humanitarian

SEVERUS SNAPE Pining and possessive