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[vivien]

I've been super unhappy with my writing in the past few days - I blame Voldemort. Well, that and not having enough time to properly role play more than 2 or 3 nights per week.

I need challenges to get myself back into decent shape. Name a character and I'll write a flopsy - just a few sentences of mood or deed that will, hopefully, be pretty and well-written. Or at least decently written. Blah. I'm good with HP, Narnia, Neverwhere, Sandman, Milliways characters, etc.

Sidenote: I am so tired. So, so tired. For no real reason, either, aside from the fact that I like 9 hours of sleep and I only get it on the weekends as I like to do something besides go to work, come home, eat, and then go to bed. Stupid need for ridiculous amounts of sleep.

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[aisforamy]

It made me laugh to read that you're blaming Voldemort for your unhappiness with your current writing!

Hmmmmm...

Write something about....Mrs. Beaver from Narnia! (I assume you wanted it to be a challenge).

Hope you get the unexpected opportunity for a nap today!

[alemara.livejournal.com]

Minerva McGonagall.

*snugs* Boo, tired. I hope this week isn't too exhausting, hun!

Also, I haven't forgotten about the Remix. It just has to wait until after thesis draft. ^_^

[jmcgarry.livejournal.com]

A brief encounter between Hot Black Desiato and Voldemort. ;-)

[misslucyjane]

Write me Narnia fic, the Pevensies as royalty, focused on Lucy.

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

Poor you. I wonder if it's your sleep patterns you need to vary, rather than the amount of sleep? I know I've had phases when I've put the hours in and still woken up feeling dreadful.

If you're in the mood for stories, could you tell me something about Rufus Scrimegour's (sp?) schooldays?

[oneechan19.livejournal.com]

Blaise Zabini. The canon one, that is.

Also? *hugs*

[miraielle.livejournal.com]

Ummmm. Oh!

I'm sure Aslan visited Narnia again sometime while the Pevensies were ruling. I want to see a bit of one of his visits.

[batyatoon]

Hermione's mum and/or dad.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Here's a challenge for you. Alice Longbottom in St. Mungo's.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael talks Tom into doing something illegal. :D

*uses appropriate icon*

[winding_path]

Mrs. Norris. And Ingress. Because, why not?

[vivien]

Actually? This was the first one that jumped out at me.

Morning at St. Mungo's

Sunlight.

(It's called sunlight. Not rain. Not snow.)

Alice doesn't know where she is. She never knows where she is.

She reaches out and he is with her.

(Frank)

It isn't as scary

when the screams come, when it is dark

(Night? Noon? Tea?)

she climbs into his bed, or he into hers, and they hold each other as they did when they were

(lovers married parents Aurors)

The screams stop for a while.

(Neville, I'm Alice, where's my baby?, Frank, danger, Neville)

And then they begin again.

[ashen_key]

Something with Mordred.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

That's incredibly poignant in a terse sort of way. Thank you so much. :D

[vivien]

The battle was days over and Rabadash vanquished, returned in donkey-form to his homeland by Aslan himself. Yet Susan still awoke each morning, shaking from nightmares of what might have been.

When she was not in her rooms, which was the majority of the time, she was alone with her horse on the beach below Cair Paravel. She would ride until she found a suitable place to sit and stare out into the sparkling sea.

It was in such a place that the High King found her. He said nothing as he approached, but merely held an arm out to her; the other was in a sling.

"Peter," she cried, rising. Carefully, she threw her arms around his neck. "Thou art back! But, oh, brother, thy arm." She stepped back, but held onto his good arm, for she was loathe to let go.

"I returned but an hour ago," he said, taking her hand. "From what I understand, your grace has been dealt a great hurt, as well."

"I cry thy mercy and pardon, fair brother," she whispered, her eyes downcast. "I have been most foolish. Nearly did I lead us all into great peril."

"Nay, my lady, nay," he said, kissing her brow. "Thou didst follow thy heart, and there is no fault in that."

She bit her lip. "I feel like a fool, and- and I may never marry, by thy leave."

"Sister, let's leave that worry for another day," he said, gravely, for his leave would be freely given - he dreaded the day his brother and sisters would marry and leave. "Ed told me Aslan was here. Did you see him?"

"No," she said. "I wasn't in the battle, and I stayed in the castle after." She broke away from him, facing the shining sea.

"I'm sorry I missed him. I could use his advice." Peter sat upon a nearby boulder, running his fingers tiredly through his hair.

"Do things not go well? Forgive me, yet again, for not asking," she said, hastily wiping away the tears from her eyes.

"It went as well as could be expected. I grow weary of battles, Susan."

She walked back to him and rested a hand on his good shoulder. "We are both of us weary, then."

"Then look up, my children, and you shall find respite," came a warm, familiar voice from down the beach.

Susan and Peter glanced at each other in surprise and delight. They turned as one to face Aslan, and, indeed, the weariness and hurt was soon lifted from them.

[vivien]

Olivia Granger started at the sound of flapping wings in the kitchen. Even after all this time, she’d not gotten used to owl post, though Hermione sent her parents many letters.

She took the attached letter, read it, and smiled. “Philip? Philip, darling, come here. We’ve good news from Hermione.”

Her husband, entered the kitchen, newspaper in hand. “Let me see.” He took the parchment. “Oh, well done. These O.W.L.’s are like A levels, right?”

Olivia nodded proudly.

“Well done, indeed,” he said again, and then addressed the owl. “Hold on there, owl, and we’ll write something for you to return.”

Philip had always had an easier time with accepting Hermione’s lifestyle, Olivia thought as she rummaged for paper and pen. She sat down at the table to begin their response letter.

“We ought to plan something special,” said Philip. “Maybe a trip over the holidays.”

There was a pause, as Olivia’s eyes met her husband's. They both knew that Hermione was spending more and more time away from home, even over the holidays. She wasn’t here now, after all.

Philip sighed. “We can try.”

“You’re right, dear, we can try.”

[vivien]

“Come in, Rufus, come in,” said Professor Flitwick, as he opened his office door. “Find a seat, why don’t you?”

Rufus Scrimgeour, tall, serious, and quite striking even at age fifteen, stepped through the doorway, ducking as he did to avoid hitting his head. Flitwick’s office was made to scale. “Thank you, sir,” he said, settling into the normal-sized chair by the desk.

“Well, let’s see here,” said Flitwick, rifling through the papers on his desk. “Ah, here we are. I was quite pleased to see your O.W.L. results, but I’d expect nothing less from one of our house. You’ve five Outstandings and three Exceeds Expectations. With scores like these, you can do whatever you wish, my boy. What have you thought about pursuing?”

His leonine eyes glowed with fervor. “I want to be an Auror, sir.”

[batyatoon]

... oh that's nice. :D

[batyatoon]

...wah.

*hugs*

[vivien]

Lucy fidgeted as she sat on her throne. Her underskirt was terribly scratchy, which didn't feel at all good against the scrape on her knee. She'd much rather be climbing a tree than waiting here with her royal siblings to greet the Governor from the Lone Islands. He was bringing his son with him, no doubt to add him to the long list of Queen Susan's suitors.

She rolled her eyes in impatience. She'd hoped to spar with Orius and Callan this afternoon, but she'd more likely spend the rest of the day inside whilst Peter and Edmund talked policy and the Governor's son made cow eyes at Susan.

Susan glanced at her mid-fidget and gave her a loving smile. Lucy smiled back, sincerely, but oh, how she wanted to be away from here.

Finally, the Governor arrived, and sure enough, there was the son. He wasn't bad looking for all that, but Lucy knew his eyes would seek out Susan's immediately, as if Lucy were part of the furnishings, and then- And then, she noticed his eyes were seeking out hers instead.

She sat up straighter. Susan leaned over and whispered with a giggle, "Looks like I'll get to go climb the tree for a change."

[vivien]

Thank you!!! I always feel so sad for the Grangers. But they love their daughter, no matter how it must hurt to see her slip away from them.

[misslucyjane]

*beams* I adore Lucy :D. Thank you, love.

[vivien]

"No, Yrael."

"Oh, come Tom. He needs to be put in his place. You said so yourself."

"I'm not hexing the bastard just because I want to. I don't do that anymore. Much."

"He deserves it. After everything he's done."

"Stop it, Yrael."

"All I'm saying is that something should be done. You ought to at least challenge him to a duel."

"...A duel. Hmmm... No, no, that would be against the rules of the bar. You try explaining to Door why the Lord of the House of Arch is in the cells and not doing his duties in the Underside."

"I notice you have no doubt who would win."

"Of course not. I'd trounce him in two spells flat."

"Then do it."

"It's against the rules."

"Not if you don't get caught."

"..."

"You wouldn't, I should think. Especially not if you used a Concealment charm or some such."

"...There is that."

"So you'll do it?"

"Oh, blast it all. Yes. Where is he?"

"Over there."

And Yrael grins and grins.

[dolorous-ett.livejournal.com]

A very nice job - a fervent, charismatic Ravenclaw who really works!

And I like the way he's leonine even as a teenager - I can definitely see the man in the boy here.

[vivien]

Even all-powerful Dark Lords liked to get away from it all sometimes.

The restaurant at the end of the universe was just the place to do it. He enjoyed the milieu, Muggles excepted, of course, but there were few enough of those. His appearance drew little notice, which, whilst he loved his hard bought new form, was rather nice for a change.

He’d just spoken with the Meal of the Day to order his dinner when an unholy ruckus erupted from somewhere on the other side of restaurant. It sounded like a herd of elephants amongst a barn cat orgy.

Hushed, excited murmurings zipped through the crowd.

“Hot Black Desiato, here in person!”

“-Loudest band ever, what a night!”

“Do you think they’ll play?”

“I can’t believe they’re here!”

There was a blinding flash of green and all was quiet. Voldemort wasn’t about to let his meal be disturbed by such riff raff. Bloody Muggle musicians.

[vivien]

Ingress came home for a few hours every once and a while, even now when she was on active duty. Since Door and Tom wouldn’t bring the children to Valdemar, it was the only way she got to see her niece and nephews, really. This time, though, she reckoned she wouldn’t see Julia – she was in the middle of her second year at Hogwarts.

However, once she’d stepped into the front gallery, she found Tom on his way out. Door was in the Underside with the boys, he explained, and he was taking advantage of the free moment to visit Julia.

‘He really is incorrigible’, thought Ingress as she took his hand, letting him open the way to the school. He’d been spoken to rather sternly by Headmistress McGonagall about this very thing last year. Since Opening wasn’t restricted by any of the magic surrounding Hogwarts, Tom wasn’t about to let a scolding stop him.

So here Ingress was, sneaking down a corridor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry alongside Tom. She saw a cat creep out from behind a corner. It was… most odd. Its eyes seemed to glow in the dark. She tugged Tom’s sleeve and pointed.

His eyes grew wide. ”Blast, it’s Mrs. Norris – the cat’s out of the bag, literally. Run for it!” They took off together down a convenient staircase, laughing all the way.

[jmcgarry.livejournal.com]

LOL. Marvelous! :-) Truly, excellent!

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeeeeeee. *giggles muchly* That's great fun.