a birthday drabble for naomichana

Here's wishing you lots of chocolate and books!

100 words, gen, HP, with a bit of help from Joyce...

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"I don't get the fuss," said Harry. "It's just barbecue."

He suddenly found himself the target of seventeen scandalized glares:

"Just barbecue!?"

"That's like saying 'it's just football!'"

"Or calling a Krispy Kreme 'any old donut!'"

"Girl, I thought I told you not to bring home any more morons."

"He's not my moron, he's just a moron."

"Merlin," Ron whispered. "Are Southerners all this intense?"

A woman in an orange dress cut in:

Ruling one's life by common sense
How can one fail to be intense?

And she continued, "Stop that gaping, hon, and pass the hush puppies."

a birthday fic for catrinella

Buon compleanno, cara!

Title: Placet
Author: mechaieh
Summary: Ten years after the War, there is what is believed and what is received.
Pairings: Snape/Lupin and Sinistra/Granger; mention of Harry/Draco. Established relationships (backstories not included; HBP not referenced).
Rating: mild R
Disclaimer: I don't own these people; I just like eavesdropping on them. The Wimseys and Parkers originate from Dorothy L. Sayers.
Warnings: Light bondage. More fluff than plot. 2200 words.
Notes: Spawned by discussions here and there; the initial sketch contained just Peter, Harriet, Remus, and Severus at a Handel concert, but the damn bunny kept hopping sideways. Beta'd by the splendid swooop.

( Placet )