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Waldorf: Hey, I heard Donald Rumsfeld went to see Jarhead.
Statler: Really? What did he think?
Waldorf: No one knows, he's still in the theatre. He doesn't have an exit strategy!
Haha, the men in the balcony from the Muppets. They snark, they gibe, and they review some movies. They even review Goblet of Fire. Go!! Now!!
Yes, so I wasn't going to post tonight. But Berd, she asked for drabble. Actually, she asked me to work on Part two of The Closet Door, but I can't do that with good conscious during NaNo. So here, here is some drabble instead.
Title: Glances
Word Count: 290
Rating: PG
Summary: Something between Sirius and Remus is eating at Peter, if only he knew what. Based slightly off of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
communiquills in that Peter doesn't know there.
The glances were contagious. They started over toast in the great hall, and ended every night across the dorm room. Nothing was ever said about them. Peter wasn’t sure if James even noticed them. Still, the feel of them seemed to slide out of its context between Sirius and Remus and wrap itself around Peter’s brain.
He tried to ignore it. But the rope of the idea, made of silk that slid easily in and out of his consciousness, had tangled around every memory of the two of them and distorted everything. Peter suddenly felt uneasy with them, lost. Their group, once four, was now two and two.
He tried to fix it. He placed himself in the glances whenever he could. He glanced at everyone around him in a way he thought must be similar. It made him feel a little better, until Professor McGonagall asked him if maybe he’d like to stop summarily molesting her students with his eyes. Sirius sniggered and Remus shot him The Look. Another glance lost to the past. Another piece of their family eaten away by the malignance.
The glances infected Peter, seeped into his heart and swirled in his gut. The rope tightened, the air between them disappeared, the water of doubt filled his lungs. They started over toast in the hall, and ended the night in 1981 when Peter told Remus ‘the truth’ about where Sirius was.
Peter was happy when the glances were done with. They had been four, then two and two, now three and one. The rope loosened, and even though the air between them was tinged with green, it was there. He had his family back, and though not whole, the malignance of the glances was amputated.
MM...let me know, yeah?
Statler: Really? What did he think?
Waldorf: No one knows, he's still in the theatre. He doesn't have an exit strategy!
Haha, the men in the balcony from the Muppets. They snark, they gibe, and they review some movies. They even review Goblet of Fire. Go!! Now!!
Yes, so I wasn't going to post tonight. But Berd, she asked for drabble. Actually, she asked me to work on Part two of The Closet Door, but I can't do that with good conscious during NaNo. So here, here is some drabble instead.
Title: Glances
Word Count: 290
Rating: PG
Summary: Something between Sirius and Remus is eating at Peter, if only he knew what. Based slightly off of
communiquills in that Peter doesn't know there.The glances were contagious. They started over toast in the great hall, and ended every night across the dorm room. Nothing was ever said about them. Peter wasn’t sure if James even noticed them. Still, the feel of them seemed to slide out of its context between Sirius and Remus and wrap itself around Peter’s brain.
He tried to ignore it. But the rope of the idea, made of silk that slid easily in and out of his consciousness, had tangled around every memory of the two of them and distorted everything. Peter suddenly felt uneasy with them, lost. Their group, once four, was now two and two.
He tried to fix it. He placed himself in the glances whenever he could. He glanced at everyone around him in a way he thought must be similar. It made him feel a little better, until Professor McGonagall asked him if maybe he’d like to stop summarily molesting her students with his eyes. Sirius sniggered and Remus shot him The Look. Another glance lost to the past. Another piece of their family eaten away by the malignance.
The glances infected Peter, seeped into his heart and swirled in his gut. The rope tightened, the air between them disappeared, the water of doubt filled his lungs. They started over toast in the hall, and ended the night in 1981 when Peter told Remus ‘the truth’ about where Sirius was.
Peter was happy when the glances were done with. They had been four, then two and two, now three and one. The rope loosened, and even though the air between them was tinged with green, it was there. He had his family back, and though not whole, the malignance of the glances was amputated.
MM...let me know, yeah?
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When NaNoWriMo is over, I want part II AND some Peter fic (which I know will never happen:-p))!!!!!!!1one!!
I especially like this bit: It made him feel a little better, until Professor McGonagall asked him if maybe he’d like to stop summarily molesting her students with his eyes.
*snort*
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http://www.livejournal.com/users/fanart_fairy/10103.html?#cutid1
Because I know you're working on things.