brass balls to get through...

Via Twang Twang Twang: Tastefully positioned period instruments for a good cause.

DRABBLE: Better Than New

150 words, for severity_softly, as a 40K carrot to her NaNo haulalong. Her prompt was "used book(s)." Harry/Ron, Snape/Lupin, G.


"Oi, what’s that bloody noise?" Ron groaned and muffled his ears with his pillow.

Harry blearily checked the clock. "Ten past five. Figures. Same as every year." He padded over to the window, flung it open, and accepted the plain-wrapped bundle all but hurled at his midsection by the impatient vulture that had been hovering there.

Upon Harry leaving the bed, Ron looked up in time to recognise the bird. "That wake-up call was from Snape? What’s he doing sending you birthday presents?"

"Joint gifts from him and Remus." Harry unwrapped the package, which turned out to consist of a half-dozen hefty tomes.

Ron ran a finger along the ratty edge of 101 Antidotes to Advanced Love Potions. "I thought their shop was doing well? Seems to me they could afford to buy you new instead of secondhand."

Harry murmured, "Snape is a great believer in the power of annotation."

Sermon: "Stars Keep the Watch"

For the meditation, I read John Betjeman's Advent 1955. The title of the homily (and some of the allusions within) is from Eleanor Farjeon's People, Look East, which was also the text of this morning's closing hymn.

( assignment: Advent )

Voice Post: "Es steht ein Lind in jenem Tal"

Because I promised busaikko I'd sing to her about linden trees.

Also originally intended as an art meme thingie for xanthophyllippa, but between the dodgy German and my voice being under par after a month off, methinks she'll be better off with limericks once I get around to them. ;-)

Voice Post: English version of "Es steht..."

Somewhat dopey and wholly POV-inconsistent English version of the German folksong inflicted shared in the previous post.