I love Christmas music
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skoosiepantsI never get tired of it.
But seriously. The stupid lame-ass Christmas Shoes or whatever it's called song makes me want to off myself. I hate it. Who the hell buys shoes for their dying mum? It makes no sense!
ARGH!
/rant.
On the other hand. The Hat I Got For Christmas Is Too Big song is hilarious.
ETA: The Entirely Wrong Way is now up on AT! *dances* *does The Robot*
I'm trying to piece together another holiday D/G. We'll see how it goes:
“What’s on for today?”
He waved a stack of papers. “We get to arrest people.”
“Oh, joy. We’re being punished, aren’t we?” She tilted her head and glowered ineffectually up at the cracked-plaster ceiling, the office directly above theirs belonging to one Robert Dempsey, her division head and a hard-nosed old-school Auror who’d put her through more anger management seminars than she cared to remember.
“You’re being punished,” Colin clarified, moving to his desk and hopping up on the edge, knocking several folders onto the floor. “As usual, I get to be miserable by proxy.”
“Lucky bastard. How many warrants have we, then?” she asked, resigned.
“Five. Including one for good old Marcus Flint, King of Sunshine and Giggles.”
“Again?” Nothing ever stuck to the ex-Slytherin, yet the Ministry kept approving arrest warrants for the bloke since he was rude to everyone, held a notorious temper, and had an ongoing, vocal feud with the Apothecary owner in Diagon Alley. With a groan, she buried her hands in her hair and tugged. “Fucking hell. It’s Christmas.”
“In a month,” Colin countered, swinging his legs.
She shot him a quelling glare. “It’s Christmas,” she reiterated. Then her desk got a mean pout and she muttered petulantly, “Wish they’d give me back my wand.”
“Maybe if you asked Finch-Fletchley nicely—”
“Not bloody likely,” she snarled. Justin was a prime arse. Her elbows fell on her desk, palms slipping over her eyes. “God, I wish I were drunk.”
“Don’t we all,” Colin said dryly.
But seriously. The stupid lame-ass Christmas Shoes or whatever it's called song makes me want to off myself. I hate it. Who the hell buys shoes for their dying mum? It makes no sense!
ARGH!
/rant.
On the other hand. The Hat I Got For Christmas Is Too Big song is hilarious.
ETA: The Entirely Wrong Way is now up on AT! *dances* *does The Robot*
I'm trying to piece together another holiday D/G. We'll see how it goes:
“What’s on for today?”
He waved a stack of papers. “We get to arrest people.”
“Oh, joy. We’re being punished, aren’t we?” She tilted her head and glowered ineffectually up at the cracked-plaster ceiling, the office directly above theirs belonging to one Robert Dempsey, her division head and a hard-nosed old-school Auror who’d put her through more anger management seminars than she cared to remember.
“You’re being punished,” Colin clarified, moving to his desk and hopping up on the edge, knocking several folders onto the floor. “As usual, I get to be miserable by proxy.”
“Lucky bastard. How many warrants have we, then?” she asked, resigned.
“Five. Including one for good old Marcus Flint, King of Sunshine and Giggles.”
“Again?” Nothing ever stuck to the ex-Slytherin, yet the Ministry kept approving arrest warrants for the bloke since he was rude to everyone, held a notorious temper, and had an ongoing, vocal feud with the Apothecary owner in Diagon Alley. With a groan, she buried her hands in her hair and tugged. “Fucking hell. It’s Christmas.”
“In a month,” Colin countered, swinging his legs.
She shot him a quelling glare. “It’s Christmas,” she reiterated. Then her desk got a mean pout and she muttered petulantly, “Wish they’d give me back my wand.”
“Maybe if you asked Finch-Fletchley nicely—”
“Not bloody likely,” she snarled. Justin was a prime arse. Her elbows fell on her desk, palms slipping over her eyes. “God, I wish I were drunk.”
“Don’t we all,” Colin said dryly.
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Date: 2005-11-08 11:22 am (UTC)“Don’t we all,” Colin said dryly.
I sometimes wonder if that's what my friends say about me!
Awesome as always. Keep going with it! :D
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Date: 2005-11-08 12:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 11:28 am (UTC)And the snippet is cute! I love it when characters are petulant.
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Date: 2005-11-08 12:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 04:10 pm (UTC)Brilliant snippet though *pounces it*
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Date: 2005-11-09 07:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-09 07:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 06:49 pm (UTC)This looks awesome. I'm grinning again =D
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Date: 2005-11-09 07:35 am (UTC)I think my brain might be scary :)
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Date: 2005-11-09 08:17 am (UTC)I love the way you write EVERYONE.
I am in total agreement with the last statement. ::cheshire cat grin::
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Date: 2005-11-09 01:22 pm (UTC)christmas shoes
Date: 2005-11-09 09:32 am (UTC)Re: christmas shoes
Date: 2005-11-09 01:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-09 02:49 pm (UTC)and colin! oh, my. <3 to colin.
by the way, i remember saying your location was Philly (or near Philly) are you venturing to NY for the GoF premiere perhaps?
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Date: 2005-11-10 06:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 11:44 am (UTC)“What’s on for today?”
He waved a stack of papers. “We get to arrest people.”
“Oh, joy. We’re being punished, aren’t we?”
Man I just love you.
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Date: 2005-11-13 08:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-11 01:26 pm (UTC)please can we have eggnog jokes and tinsle jokes and draco in leather and someone (ie draco) spilling coffee on ginny's white blouse????
please! i promise to give you a pretty present if i get my draco spilling coffee on ginny!
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Date: 2005-11-13 08:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-13 02:18 pm (UTC)plus then ginny can get revenge with dumping her coffee on his lap!