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skoosiepantsI was up late last night, cause J made me watch Dawn of the Dead and seriously. Well made. Excellent. But that perhaps made it even scarier. I got offline at around 230 to try and sleep, since I had church this morning, but still ended up staring at the ceiling until 430.
Anywho, I, like everyone else, survived the LJ blackout with only minimal freaking out and impatience. AIM helped :)
And I've decided to make the Seamus/Nott story Rivalry into a trilogy. Next part is going to be called Revenge. I hope. Here's a raw snippet, since I want to seem half-way productive this weekend.
What possibly bothered Seamus the most was that Dean wouldn’t look him in the eye. Not, he knew, because of any sort of disappointment or mental trauma garnered from the sight of Nott in bed with him. No, it was because every damn time he caught Seamus’ gaze, he burst out laughing.
Lunch, after Nott had finally left Gryffindor amid catcalls and Ron’s angry spluttering – which he took with a wide grin, the bastard – was pure torture. Nott kept sending him smug, knowing smirks across the hall, Neville was permanently red-faced, Harry was, unexpectedly, mildly amused by it all, Ron was visibly and vocally disgusted, and Dean, as previously mentioned, was close to hysterics.
“I’m going to get him for this,” Seamus growled under his breath.
Dean snickered down at his plate, and echoed in a murmur, “Get him.”
Seamus flicked a piece of biscuit at him. “Revenge,” he clarified.
Harry smiled indulgently. “Revenge on a Slytherin? Bound to backfire, mate. Even if you manage it, you know, you’re just inviting more trouble. Unless trouble’s what you’re looking for,” he added, waggling his brows suggestively.
Dean stuffed a slice of toast in his mouth, muffling chuckles.
Seamus glared at them both. “I can’t just let him get away with it.”
“Get away with what? You’re the one who had sex with him last night,” Harry pointed out, and toast bits flew out of Dean’s mouth as he failed to stifle a guffaw. “Two way street and all.”
“I didn’t let him do anything,” Seamus protested in a hiss, throwing nervous glances around the table and hoping no one else had heard Harry. “I was blind stinking drunk, and it’s entirely his fault!”
“Don’t recall him pouring whiskey down your throat. Or forcing you to say that you were going to runaway and marry Ogden,” Harry said. “Or maybe you just wanted to marry the bottle. It was hard to tell.”
Seamus scowled. “Shut up, Harry.”
“And you really loved Dean,” the dark-haired boy went on, causing Dean to stuff an apple in his mouth and turn his head aside.
Eh, maybe a bit too raw. Needs lots of work.
Annoying tagline reminder: January is the Month of Ron! Please send me your recs, endorsements, random fits of inspiration - January is half over! Get your fics in now!
Anywho, I, like everyone else, survived the LJ blackout with only minimal freaking out and impatience. AIM helped :)
And I've decided to make the Seamus/Nott story Rivalry into a trilogy. Next part is going to be called Revenge. I hope. Here's a raw snippet, since I want to seem half-way productive this weekend.
What possibly bothered Seamus the most was that Dean wouldn’t look him in the eye. Not, he knew, because of any sort of disappointment or mental trauma garnered from the sight of Nott in bed with him. No, it was because every damn time he caught Seamus’ gaze, he burst out laughing.
Lunch, after Nott had finally left Gryffindor amid catcalls and Ron’s angry spluttering – which he took with a wide grin, the bastard – was pure torture. Nott kept sending him smug, knowing smirks across the hall, Neville was permanently red-faced, Harry was, unexpectedly, mildly amused by it all, Ron was visibly and vocally disgusted, and Dean, as previously mentioned, was close to hysterics.
“I’m going to get him for this,” Seamus growled under his breath.
Dean snickered down at his plate, and echoed in a murmur, “Get him.”
Seamus flicked a piece of biscuit at him. “Revenge,” he clarified.
Harry smiled indulgently. “Revenge on a Slytherin? Bound to backfire, mate. Even if you manage it, you know, you’re just inviting more trouble. Unless trouble’s what you’re looking for,” he added, waggling his brows suggestively.
Dean stuffed a slice of toast in his mouth, muffling chuckles.
Seamus glared at them both. “I can’t just let him get away with it.”
“Get away with what? You’re the one who had sex with him last night,” Harry pointed out, and toast bits flew out of Dean’s mouth as he failed to stifle a guffaw. “Two way street and all.”
“I didn’t let him do anything,” Seamus protested in a hiss, throwing nervous glances around the table and hoping no one else had heard Harry. “I was blind stinking drunk, and it’s entirely his fault!”
“Don’t recall him pouring whiskey down your throat. Or forcing you to say that you were going to runaway and marry Ogden,” Harry said. “Or maybe you just wanted to marry the bottle. It was hard to tell.”
Seamus scowled. “Shut up, Harry.”
“And you really loved Dean,” the dark-haired boy went on, causing Dean to stuff an apple in his mouth and turn his head aside.
Eh, maybe a bit too raw. Needs lots of work.
Annoying tagline reminder: January is the Month of Ron! Please send me your recs, endorsements, random fits of inspiration - January is half over! Get your fics in now!
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Date: 2005-01-16 03:25 pm (UTC)That was so *funny* I loved Dean! Poor Seamus has some hard days in front of him... *snickers* And I can so see Theo walking out of the room grinning like a cheshire cat while Seamus tries to hide under his blanket. Wonderful little snippet, Skoosie!
*Zaralya*
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Date: 2005-01-17 07:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-17 08:40 am (UTC)I'd love to see that! Hope you'll elaborate on the morning after... ;)
*Zaralya*
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Date: 2005-01-16 05:40 pm (UTC)Write more!
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Date: 2005-01-17 07:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-17 08:01 am (UTC)I posted something over at Finnigan.
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Date: 2005-01-19 10:01 am (UTC)Pray I get off work early again.
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Date: 2005-01-19 10:43 am (UTC)It's snowing here. I may get off work early myself.
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Date: 2005-01-19 06:20 pm (UTC)Sickness sucks. There's something evil going around here too
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Date: 2005-01-19 06:25 pm (UTC)Erg. Now I've got a slight fever. I can tell. I don't wanna be sick now. *shudders*
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Date: 2005-01-19 06:35 pm (UTC)A fever? You should have some tea and go to bed. *nods*
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Date: 2005-01-19 06:42 pm (UTC)I should but I dont think I could sleep. I don't sleep when sick.
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Date: 2005-01-19 08:56 pm (UTC)I took an Ambien. Watching for sleeping to appear. Close now. *nods* INDEED.
Dip trip ship lip kip rip.
See? loopy again.
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Date: 2005-01-20 04:35 pm (UTC)They didn't even tell the staffing agency I called! How rude.
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Date: 2005-01-16 09:38 pm (UTC)Brilliant!!!!
This was a great little ficlet. Tee hee...I was wondering how the Gryff boys, and Nott, would all act the morning after. I'm really glad you're exploring that. And Seamus and his Revenge? Almost sounds like something Nott would love to be on the recieving end of. *winks suggestively* But that could just be my wishful thinking. lol.
Anway, if you write more, you know you have this reader hanging on your every word!
Man, I need to write some more Seamus/Nott...
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Date: 2005-01-17 08:00 am (UTC)And yes, you do need to write more Seamus/Nott!
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Date: 2005-01-17 12:23 am (UTC)Love to see more of them...
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Date: 2005-01-17 08:01 am (UTC)I have a feeling Nott is going to love Seamus' idea of revenge *laughs*
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Date: 2005-01-17 03:25 am (UTC)I am loving this Seamus/Nott interaction!
But it's great for a draft.
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Date: 2005-01-18 02:59 am (UTC)They never get enough credit where due.
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Date: 2005-01-19 11:05 am (UTC)Sushinase
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