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xanthophyllippa. 1. Knitting lessons...
Sonnet, U, post-War. Only the faintest connection to the prompt...
Their lives are knit together in a spell
that needs not wands nor charged incantations --
they seldom speak of love, nor do they dwell
on friends long lost nor fruitless lamentations.
Wizards and witch, their lives are not blameless
but yet of their worth, the stories will tell --
of grudges and guilt, of blatant and shameless
king-making, heart-breaking, soul-taking, bell-
quaking feats enlaced with quiet, well-thought
manipulations...but, for now, they teach
and meet for tea. Snape had not known he sought
this ease, this care from those within his reach.
Minerva pours tea. Lupin murmurs grace.
Here ends this tale, the three of them in place.
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xanthophyllippa. 1. Knitting lessons...Sonnet, U, post-War. Only the faintest connection to the prompt...
Their lives are knit together in a spell
that needs not wands nor charged incantations --
they seldom speak of love, nor do they dwell
on friends long lost nor fruitless lamentations.
Wizards and witch, their lives are not blameless
but yet of their worth, the stories will tell --
of grudges and guilt, of blatant and shameless
king-making, heart-breaking, soul-taking, bell-
quaking feats enlaced with quiet, well-thought
manipulations...but, for now, they teach
and meet for tea. Snape had not known he sought
this ease, this care from those within his reach.
Minerva pours tea. Lupin murmurs grace.
Here ends this tale, the three of them in place.