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Maybe, just maybe, I'll be going to Europe this summer with mine and my cousin's family.

*squeeeeeeeeee*

God, I so hope this works out.

AND: Happy, happy Birthday to schwarzbrille!!!!!!
I know I'm late already, 'cause I'm dumb, but you'll have a drabbly present tomorrow XD

This was kinda-but-not hard to write, but in the end I think it turned out fairly decent. Bill feels too gloomy for my liking, but I figure after everything, and the war, no one would be quite so cheerful anymore. why_me_why_not, I'll just change this once you send me the beta-ed version to me, all right?

Title: Crisscrossed Pattern
Rating: R
Word Count: 1727
Summary: Bill never feels as lonely as he does when in missions with Shacklebolt, worry for his family washing the world's colors off.
Warnings: HBP spoilers. Beta-ed by the lovely why_me_why_not Bill/Fleur on the side.
Author's note/Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Written for the omniocular's January challenge, my characters were Bill Weasley and Kingsley Shacklebolt.


There are still remnants of the Dark Magic he had to break licking at his fingers (his brain), leaving smudged fingerprints on her pale skin that vanish in seconds...

Here's your present dear, just pretend it's got a red bow on top of it. XD
Written with her interest: Jack the Ripper.

Red Roses
Remus/Sirius - Jack the Ripper - 231 Words

( “Sounds wicked,” says Sirius after a while, and Remus has to smile... )

The voting for the Unhappy Endings Challenge has began at darkones! My entry was Hold Your Last Breath (yeah, the creepy, creepy fic XD).

Vote for me?

In other news, today's writing class was amazing! The best asignment was to write just seven lines ENTIRELY made of sustantives. No adjetives, no adverbs; just sustantives and connecting words. It was easier than I'd thought (since my usual style is pretty much alike that anyway XD), but it was still really interesting. And it made everyone sound so damn poetic and gorgeous... Here's mine: (in spanish since I don't think I can translate it decently) Tell me what you think!

Duna

Sol en la nuca y trozos de sanidad (sabor a tuna) al vuelo en el desierto. Ambientación-sepia, manicomio en arena y desio de escape. Caminar por la eternidad, lengua con corrosión; juguete del destino. Oasis de nada, colores sin realidad (agua azul vida sin una gota de verdad); muerte segura con tintes de añoranza. Caminar, y esperar el final.