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Anyone up for an end-of-the-week challenge? Can you tell a Remus/Sirius story in only three sentences?
Prompts: secret smile; siblings; Lily Evans; splinched; homesick; second kiss; cauldrons explode (unprompted three-sentence stories welcome as well)
Prompts: secret smile; siblings; Lily Evans; splinched; homesick; second kiss; cauldrons explode (unprompted three-sentence stories welcome as well)
Secret smile, Lily Evans, second kiss, cauldrons explode
They'd shared their first kiss the night before and, as the Potions classroom clears out, Remus knows Sirius is just as eager for a second kiss as he is.
Sirius takes Remus's hand once they reach the closest secret passage, and they duck inside... only to find James and Lily Evans already there.
Re: Secret smile, Lily Evans, second kiss, cauldrons explode
Re: Secret smile, Lily Evans, second kiss, cauldrons explode
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Re: Secret smile, Lily Evans, second kiss, cauldrons explode
Re: Secret smile, Lily Evans, second kiss, cauldrons explode
Re: Secret smile, Lily Evans, second kiss, cauldrons explode
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Very descriptive, and lovely foreshadowing of what ultimately happens.
Well done!
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Because anything can happen once, but twice--twice is a pattern, even a promise.
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Very promising indeed. :)
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It's just one summer, Remus said, you're ridiculous I won’t, I'll write you know.
Yes, he knows but Sirius is fifteen years old and the air is that certain sort of drowning-hot and his mother is screaming downstairs, scritch scratch of Regulus's quill is scraping against his eyelids even though he's two rooms and four walls of peeling green wallpaper away.
He thinks that maybe he’s gone utterly mad because the way Remus writes his ‘I’s and ‘J’s makes his skin tight and his throat dry like there’s no room for breathing what with all the missing he feels.
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