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Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Challenge call
Mmm. Made my word count quota. Alas, I'm in an "I don't really care" phase, but I'm powering through anyway. ;p

Anyway, I slept in late, have nothing to do tomorrow (it's the last day of my vacation), and I feel like goofing around. Anyone have something short they want me to write?

ETA: I'm going to go out and have some fun on the last day of my vacation, and then I have my NaNo to do. I'll get to the remaining requests when I get my word count quotas in over the next couple of days.


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gloryforever From: gloryforever Date: November 20th, 2006 03:21 am (UTC) (Link)
A Marauder prank, possibly involving some food?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 20th, 2006 03:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Narcissa Black wasn't paying any attention to her dinner. It appeared in front of her--some sort of foreign noodle dish--and she toyed with it with her left hand while she continued her letter to Lucius with her right. He had been interested in knowing all the details of life at Hogwarts this year. He made a vague pass at calling it interest in her life (and, to be fair, he did seem interested in her trials and tribulations, and helped her through them), but she knew what he was really after, and for whom. So she wrote regularly about the activities of the Mudbloods and the ridiculous political causes they espoused. And she wrote about Dumbledore's repeated absences. Over Christmas holidays, the two of them had sat down with a calendar, trying to make sense of the patterns of his travels and--

Her wrist was suddenly yanked backward, her fork flying over her shoulder and clattering on the floor under the Ravenclaw table.

"Lose something, Cissy?"

She groaned and turned to find her cousin, Sirius, grinning on her other side, holding out a fresh fork.

She took it. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing a thing. Is it my fault you can't hold onto your flatware?" He laughed. "Or your quill."

Narcissa turned just in time to see her quill go flying toward the Head Table.

And down the length of the Slytherin table, other students were diving for forks, spoons, quills, and--in Severus Snape's case--a wand he'd been practicing charms with.

Sirius laughed merrily.

"Whatever you are doing," Narcissa said through clenched jaws, "stop it now, or your mum will hear about it."

"I'm just standing. Would you rather I sat?" He dropped down beside her, even put his wand down to show that he was harmless. "Come now, how can it be my fault that Slytherins have slippery fingers?"

"And your friends?"

Sirius gave a generous wave of the arm, and Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew all waved back from the Gryffindor table, smirking insolently.

She heard a clatter and saw her spoon skittering toward her bowl. She slapped it down.

A noodle rose from the bowl, and slapped her across the face.


It had worked even better than James had anticipated--leave it to Moony to invent an undetectable charm on food. He had a one track mind. Of course, if Sirius hadn't sweet-talked the house-elves into letting them in before dinner, it never would have worked. He shook his head and gave Moony the thumbs-up, then felt a bony hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Potter," McGonagall said, "perhaps you would be kind enough to explain why you're smiling..."
kizmet_42 From: kizmet_42 Date: November 20th, 2006 03:50 am (UTC) (Link)
A snitch gets loose in Hogwarts. Who caught it and how?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 20th, 2006 04:20 am (UTC) (Link)
It was entirely against the rules, of course, and no one knew about it except for the five of them, so naturally at least two dozen spectators showed up in the Great Hall at midnight--half of them Ravenclaws, even though their prefects had absolutely forbidden any Ravenclaw to actually participate in the chase. The Gryffindor and Slytherin prefects might have made such announcements, but neither the Gryffindor team of Minerva McGonagall and Augusta Gamp (both fifth years, and inseparable since first) nor the Slytherin team of Bugga Black (another fifth year, and everyone knew better than to call her "Bugga" to her face) and little first year Tom Riddle seemed to have paid the slightest attention. The Hufflepuffs would have obeyed such a rule, but it hadn't been given. Amelia Bones knew this because she had promised the other prefects that she would take care of it. She hadn't specified how.

"Let's straighten out the rules," she said.

Minerva rolled her eyes. "I'd think it would be obvious, Millie. Just catch the Snitch. First House to get it wins."

"Wins what?" Tom asked. "There's no prize for illegal stunts." He didn't look like this bothered him, but then, he always seemed to have his own goals. Amelia had actually been surprised when Bugga had said she was bringing him along. It wasn't his style. Or hers, as Tom was Muggle-born, and Bugga had never hid her contempt for him--or any of them.

"Well," Augusta said, "if you get it, you can say you beat four fifth years who are all on their Quidditch teams."

"So what? You lot were the ones who let the Snitch loose in the first place."

"So we win," Bugga said. "I told you what you'll get."

"What did you tell him he'd get?" Minerva asked.

Bugga gave her a fake smile. "The respect of his House, of course."

The Slytherins in the crowd of spectators gave an encouraging cheer.

"All right," Amelia said. "The first one to bring the Snitch to the Head Table then?"

They all nodded, picked up their brooms, and hovered above the long house tables. Amelia scanned the enchanted ceiling and caught the motion of the escaped Snitch in a corner. "Go!" she said.

Minerva flew quickly, easily beating Amelia to the corner, even though she hadn't seen the Snitch right away and had picked up on Amelia's motion. But the Snitch had other ideas.

It dove under the Hufflepuff table, speeding along just above the floor. Tom dropped off of his broom and rolled under the table, making a grab at it. It flew directly at his face, taunting him, and he flailed at it with a kind of atavistic horror. One of its wings slapped him, then it broke away and flew. Tom raised his wand at it and yelled, "Petrificus Totalis!" He missed, but the hex hit the stonework, and part of it fell away.

"Idiot boy!" Bugga yelled and spiralled up to the ceiling, chasing the fleeing Snitch across the false image of the night sky. She shot her arm up, then yelled with sudden pain as her knuckles rapped the stone. The Snitch flew away.

Augusta was ready for it. She had picked up a decorative silver bowl, and as the Snitch skimmed over the top of the Slytherin table, she matched it in speed. Suddenly, she slammed the bowl down upside down. Amelia heard the Snitch struggling inside.

"I got it!" Augusta yelled. "I won!"

Amelia swooped down, Conjuring a flat plate as she went. She swept the bowl--with its captive--onto it, and flew to the Head Table. She set it down in front of Dumbledore's chair.

"Sorry, Gussie," she said. "But it helps to be the one setting the rules." She stuck out her tongue.

"You both cheated," Bugga said.

"This from a Slytherin?" Minerva said. "Not to mention someone who doesn't even know where the ceiling is?"

Bugga stormed out. Tom followed her, but she cuffed him to the ground. He glared after her. Amelia would have got up and gone to him to make sure he was all right, but he dusted himself off and went back.

Amelia rolled her eyes. "It really is yours, Gussie," she said. "It's only fair."

Augusta shrugged. "Don't worry. We'll split the winnings."

"Which," Minerva pointed out, "are as likely as not to be detention."

Amelia grinned. "I'm free this week. Are you two?"
hobbitguy1420 From: hobbitguy1420 Date: November 20th, 2006 03:54 am (UTC) (Link)

A prequel to Shifts and Shades, detailing Lupin, Sirius, and Dora's experiences and adventures, either during GoF or otherwise.

But in a short drabble-type sense...

Alan and Anna (possibly with some of the other Smeltings Bunch) run into an uncharmed Lupin. Do they recognize him? How do they react to the strangely familiar man?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 20th, 2006 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)
I may eventually do that. But for now, I'll hit the drabble. It will be a post-war time.


Alan had never cared for the brutalist architecture at the Institute of Education at the University, though he supposed it was appropriate enough for the meat-grinder of the educational system its students would be entering when they embarked on their careers. Anna had been cajoling him to teach advanced mathematics pedagogy during the summer term, on the thought that somehow, it would lead to him admitting that he rather liked teaching. She thought he didn't know that she, Joe, and Miriam had a betting pool on just when he would finally make a statement in that vein, but he shared an office with Joe Levinson and he knew most of what they all thought were secrets. He supposed they knew his secrets as well, not that any of them were particularly dire.

He hadn't intially planned to teach the course, but the other lecturer had got an invitation from Cambridge and Anna had finally pushed him to take the university's desperate job offer. She was standing in the shadows near the front door under the heavy, forbidding overhang of part of the building. He hurried up to her, scurrying her inside before it could fall on both of them. "Well," he said. "I wasn't expecting you. I did actually find my way to the classroom. I thought it would be a poor message of a teacher of teachers couldn't find a classroom."

She laughed. "I thought I'd audit today," she said. "Do you mind? You've audited a few of mine."

"It's fine," he said. "Glad for the company."

They were quite early, and when they got to the classroom, only one student had beaten them there. He was a very thin man, older than most of the students, but early in his middle age. He had light brown hair threaded with white, but his face was young, and his wedding band was still shiny. He was looking out the window, and seemed to be scribbling into a notebook, though when Alan got closer, he could see that it was actually a sketchbook, and he was capturing a group of teenagers hulking around their cigarettes on the street below.

"There's got to be something better to draw," he said.

The man spun around, his eyes wide. His mouth dropped open, then he quickly shut it. "Oh, sorry about that," he said. "For a moment I thought you were someone else. Someone I was definitely not expecting to see." But when he held out his hand, his eyes still held a certain wariness that was...


Alan frowned. "I'm teaching this class," he said. "Alan Garvey."

"Oh, yes. Professor Garvey."

"A mere lecturer, I'm afraid. I plan to go by Alan." He pointed to Anna. "This is Professor Garvey. My wife."

"I have a mad urge to learn pedagogy," she said. "You look familiar. Have we met somewhere?"

A smile played around the other man's lips. "I'm Remus Lupin," he said. "It's good to meet you both."

The other students started to arrive, and there was no further time to sort out why Remus Lupin seemed familiar, though the feeling grew as Alan taught the class (or Lupin did; he participated so much that Alan considered just handing him the lecturn). As the class ended, Alan saw him look over, start to take a few steps toward them, then shake his head and leave with a smile.

He was left alone with Anna.

"Is it just me?" Anna said.

Alan shook his head. "He seems damned familiar."

She drew out her cellular phone, an irritating accessory that she'd acquired a year ago and now grew out of her ear.

"Who are you calling?" he asked.

"Directory information," she said, then asked for the name of a company. "I have a theory. A relative of someone. I just need to get a number to find out and ask."

She had the operator put her through and said, "Ah, yes. I wonder if you could help me. A dear friend of mine, Dora Lewis, works for you company. She was transferred to your Australian office three years ago and... What?"

She frowned as she got more information from whoever she was talking to, then thank the person and hung up.

"You think it's someone related to Lewis? You're right--that's exactly who he reminds me of. Spitting image, when I think about it, and... what is it, Anna?"

"They don't have an Australian office," she said. "They never did."
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ella_menno From: ella_menno Date: November 20th, 2006 04:03 am (UTC) (Link)
I've always wondered if Remus might feel it his responsibility to make sure that Harry knows about "the birds and the bees." Your Remus and Harry have such a lovely dynamic between them, I think that sort of conversation could be rather sweet. Possibly dreadfully embarassing for both of them, but sweet as well. ;-)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 20th, 2006 05:37 am (UTC) (Link)
Harry arrived at the Shrieking Shack the day before Bill's wedding, more troubled than he ought to be at Lupin's summons, which had been very careful to emphasize that their meeting would have nothing to do with the war, and was not caused by an emergency. The house looked as out of repair as ever, and as deserted, but as Harry approached, there was a flicker of motion, and Tonks appeared out of nowhere near beside a broken gate. "Oi, Harry!" she said. "Let's get you inside." She waved her wand in a complex pattern, then did a second one and a third, and suddenly, the gate became whole, and opened up into a well-kept back garden that had looked like nothing but a weed-choked empty lot from the road.

"I have to go off to work," Tonks said. "He's waiting in the kitchen. Fidgeting. He's been fidgeting all morning."

"What, er..."

"Oh, you'll find out." She laughed as she walked away.

Harry went to the door and knocked. "Er... Professor Lupin? It's Harry. Tonks let me in."

"Yes, yes. Come in, Harry. I've got my hands a bit full."

Harry opened the door and found himself in the pleasant, sunny kitchen of a house he couldn't even connect to the Shrieking Shack he'd been in third year. "Wow," he said. "You've been working."

"Yes," Lupin said. He put a pile of books and scrolls down on the table. "Please sit down, Harry. I wanted to talk to you."

"So you said." Harry tipped his head and read the spines of the books. They seemed to largely be anatomy textbooks. The scrolls, rolled up, revealed nothing. "What is it?"

"Well," Lupin said carefully, "I've been thinking, with your father and Sirius both gone... well, I don't suppose your uncle has ever sat down with you, and it would be awkward for Arthur, of course, since you've been seeing his daughter..." He took a deep breath. "All right. That's enough. Harry, has anyone ever sat down with you and talked to you about sex?"

Harry felt his face go hot. "Er, well... eh... "

"I know, it's strange to just jump into it, but I don't know if anyone has taught you anything, and you're getting a bit old to not know."

"I, er..." Harry stammered. "Well, my last year in Muggle school, they gave us a cartoon book about, you know, changing bodies and so on. Drawings of where we'd get hair and how things happen. You know. There was a little cartoon fellow--" Harry couldn't quite say that it had been a cartoon of a sperm. "Sperm" was not a term one used with a former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He made a sideways waving motion with his hand instead, and Lupin, who was also blushing now, nodded understanding. "It, well, explained."

"Right, then. We don't have to cover the how-to. Do we need to cover the how not to? I mean, how not to have... mistakes. Or pass certain social diseases."

"Well, Dudley had a box of"--Harry made a square shape with his hand and mimed tearing away the foil--"on his desk. I read the instructions."

"That's good to know. There are also magical alternatives." Lupin fished for a scroll and unrolled it. It showed diagrams of various complicated-looking charms directed at parts of the body Harry had not tried to charm before. Lupin shrugged. "Most people think this is bit more to think about than they're prepared for at such a time. Most wizards are happy enough to use Muggle methods."

Harry scanned the pictures for a few minutes, trying to imagine having the wherewithal to cast what amounted to an Imperturbable Charm on a very perturbed organ and the moment of its greatest, well, perturbation.

Lupin took a deep breath. "But you know... this is all just mechanics," he said, and his blush fell away. He grew serious. "There are more important things to know, and you're not going to find them in cartoon books or on tin foil wrappers..."
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From: (Anonymous) Date: November 20th, 2006 04:39 am (UTC) (Link)
If you still have time for more requests, anything post-Shades that hints at the pups' future?

Or else an R/T with children futurefic. I love Lupinlet fluff!

I love the first two, by the way!

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 20th, 2006 06:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Carina was less than a month old, but she still knew she was the star of the show, Tonks thought, watching the baby make imperious waving gestures at her guests. Her hands were curled into fat little fists, and she looked for all the world like a petty dictator giving an impassioned four-hour harangue.

"The most adorable little dictator in the world," Tonks cooed, burying her face in the good, powered smell of Carina's skin and kissing her several times. "Aren't you? Are you Mummy's little demagogue?"

Carina gurgled something that sounded affirmative of the idea.

"What sort of thing is that to say?" Hermione asked, drifting over and smiling. Well, perhaps "waddling over" would have been more accurate--her fourth child was due within the month--but she always managed to look dignified, even while tipping precariously from foot to foot with a hand placed squarely on her lower back. She tickled under Carina's chin. "Little demagogue," she said. "You're too sweet for that, aren't you, Carina?"

"Just a joke she and I have," Tonks said.

"What is?" Remus asked, weaving through the crowd with Mira riding on his back.

"That Carina is a dictator."

"It's not a joke," he said. "I was the one getting the orders for nine months. That didn't happen with this pair." Orry was crawling industriously after him, distracted only by someone's dropped biscuit. Remus waved his wand and tossed the biscuit into a bin, and Orry hitched in his breath for a huge cry. Remus slid Mira off his back (kissing her forehead so she wouldn't start) and scooped him up. "I know," he said. "Daddy's just being petty and nasty, but you'll have to get used to it."

Orry's threatened cry became a loud sniffle or two, and he clung to the front of Remus's robes, pouting dramatically. Tonks shifted her nose at him, making it into something that looked like a pink potato. He giggled, and his thin hair turned purple. The biscuit thus forgotten, he reached for her, and Remus put him in her lap beside Carina.

Mira held up her arms to be picked up, but someone else called, "Mummy!" and Regan Weasley toddled over, carrying a picture book as tall as she was. Hermione went to get her out of the way of guests, and Mira ran after her, talking about the wonders of whichever of her books Regan had found. A moment later, they were curled up together, Mira reading aloud and Regan clapping for the pictures. Hermione was watching them fondly.

Remus sat down on the sofa beside Tonks. "I could hold the baby for a bit, if you're tired," he offered.

"You had through the whole of the social hour. It's my turn." Tonks smiled, and Remus kissed her over the babies' heads. "I promise I won't keep her for nine months this time."

He laughed and put his arm around her shoulders. He looked young and happy.

Tonks watched their friends milling about. Bill and Fleur and their little ones had brought in several of Greyback's pups from France--hardly pups anymore, of course. Evelyn was a tall young beauty who made a fat living having her picture taken for Muggle fashion magazines (she'd convinced them that she was just eccentric about not working on the full moon), and she was looking at all the children in the room with flat envy. Nate Blondin hugged her and her face softened. Vivian Waters was having an animated conversation with Harry Potter; Tonks guessed it was about Quidditch, with which Vivian had become utterly obsessed. Ginny had drifted over to Bob Alderman and his wife (a lovely girl from Beauxbatons whose name Tonks never remembered), and Frankie Apcarne was flirting hopelessly in Gabrielle Delacour's general direction. Gabrielle tolerated this with good grace.

Tonks leaned back into Remus's arm, the babies a warm and welcome weight against her chest. Until Carina thumped her little fist into Tonks's chin.

"Ah," Tonks said. "I believe I'm getting a summons. Would you care to take Orry?"

"I could take Carina," Remus offered hopefully.

"Er... not this time."
From: (Anonymous) Date: November 20th, 2006 10:15 am (UTC) (Link)

I'd love it too if you still have time

I agree with one of the other posts. When you are taking breaks from editing your book I would love if you would consider doing a prequel to Shifts and Shades. I would love to know what your Remus did in book 3 while teaching (during office hours like at Smeltings) and from the end of book 3 after leaving Hogwarts. What Remus, Sirius and Tonks were getting up to until Harry 1st met Tonks in book 5.

As for a short bit I would love to hear more about Tonks' school friends...Sanjiv, Daffy & Maddie. I had previously asked if they could give us more dirt on Tonks' school past including a reason for a few of her detentions. Maybe information they would be sharing over dinner with Remus helping him to know Tonks better and getting him to open up getting info from him for Tonks about his time at school.

Thanks Fern,

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 21st, 2006 03:42 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: I'd love it too if you still have time

I think book 3 from Remus's point of view would have way too much canon crossover. ;) But book 3 from Tonks's point of view, as she's in her last year of training and her department is hunting Sirius, might be fun. Book 4 from Remus's, maybe...
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tdu000 From: tdu000 Date: November 20th, 2006 10:36 am (UTC) (Link)
They're all brilliant. You should get bored more often!
buckbeakbabie From: buckbeakbabie Date: November 20th, 2006 11:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Am I too late? I'd love to see some Daniel Morse/Mira Lupin. I just love the idea of those two together!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 30th, 2006 03:04 am (UTC) (Link)
It was finally morning, but Mira couldn't summon much happiness at the sight of the sun through the haze of smoke. She'd been up all night, scrambling from hut to hut, searching for survivors. The official story was a bombing. She ground her teeth at this--the Congoese Ministry was still tightly wound up with the Belgian Ministry, and held most of their countrymen in disdain, and they had thought nothing of blaming it all on just one more bit of African violence, and spreading it all over the world's media that way.

Well, what media bothered to report such things anymore. Destruction of African villages? How very common, dear.

That it was a curse cast by a foreigner whose business was somewhere else entirely?

It apparently couldn't even be suggested.

She tipped her head from side to side, trying to work out a crick in her neck, then looked up to the ridge. Daniel Morse was sitting there on a rock, his head in his hands.

She went to him.

"What is wrong with you people?" he asked when she reached him, not bothering to greet her. "Why are we cleaning this up?"

She sat down beside him but didn't look at him, looking instead at the mist rising over the land. Four months ago, in a confused and frightening week, they had been together in every possible way, but they knew it couldn't work, and had avoided temptation since. "I talked to Mum. The Ministry is sending someone. If they find out you know what really happened, they'll Obliviate you."

He sighed. "And I suppose they'll punish you and your family for not doing it after the incident with the nundu, when you had me up in Scotland?"

"We prevaricated a bit on that," she said. "Daniell, will you agree with the bomb story?"

"Right. Of course, one more--"

"I know, dammit," Mira said. "I think the same, but that's the cover story that they're going with. If you don't want them messing around with your memory then just play along."

"You're all mad. You think you know so much--"

"It's not that!" She stood and dusted herself off. "Daniel, everything we can do for Muggles is temporary. Every Muggle disease we can prevent uses the patient's natural magical strength to do it. We could keep a witch from getting cancer or AIDS, and we could clean out Ebola. Or we could clear a curse from a Muggle, since that's magically based. But we couldn't cure a Muggle of the same things we cure witches and wizards from, because we don't have the material to work with, but do you think anyone would understand that? Do you think they woulnd't blame us for only helping our own or whatnot? They'd expect us to work miracles, and honestly, you're more likely to be able to help than we are. But it would turn everything upside down. What do you think would happen to science if people started thinking magic would solve everything?" She sat back down miserably beside him. "Daniel, will you please promise to play along?"

"Maybe I should just let them Obliviate me. They do it all the time. They probably wouldn't too much, and I wouldn't have to to know about this nonsense. This offensive, arrogant, bloody--"


"Why not?"

"You'd forget everything, Daniel."

"That would be the point."

"You'd forget me."

He looked up at the sky. "So marry me," he said.


"You said there's no statute to worry about if people are married..."

"I don't want you to marry me just because--"

"Mira, I'm not going to lie to your Ministry. And there's only one way to tell the truth."

"I'm not going marry you just because you don't feel like lying to Ministry--"

He kissed her. "I love you," he said. "I have no intention of forgetting you, but I'll be damned if I spend the rest of my life lying to everyone. I want to marry you. It's mad, it's impossible, and it's what I want. We could have the elder do it before the Ministry gets here."

"My parents--"

"Call them. You sort don't take very long to travel."

Mira felt her heat beating hard against her ribcage.

Slowly she raised her wand.

Her Patronus flew into the distance.
author_by_night From: author_by_night Date: November 20th, 2006 12:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay, good for you!

Hm, something sort (if you're still in the mood)... how about Tonks and Remus in the snow? That's the prompt - the rest is all in your imagination. ;)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 30th, 2006 04:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Tonks had a week free of her training at Christmas, though Moody advised her to watch for sudden and unexpected tests, as she was nearly finished. She personally doubted that they had much time to spring surprise examinations on her. The monthly examination of the Black family vault at Gringotts had revealed the disappearance of some gold, and there were several goblins to interview about this curious fact. They were maintaining that anyone who wasn't wanted and came with a proper key, and that they had not seen Sirius Black. No one offered information on who had the proper key.

Tonks herself couldn't imagine where Sirius, a convict on the run, would have obtained it, especially as, according to Mum, he'd been disowned before he was arrested. He wouldn't have had a key to hide away at Azkaban.

Which was also a mystery.

"It's all right to stop working for Christmas."

She looked up, surprised, as she'd barely heard the pop from the Apparition. Remus Lupin was standing in the shadows of the Apparition shed, looking wan and weak--the full moon had passed the night before last, and he was obviously still weak--but smiling.

"Happy Christmas," she said. "I've been waiting for you since I got your owl. I wasn't expecting you."

He shrugged. "The students have enough questions about my frequent illnesses. With so few of them there, I had a feeling they might start asking me directly if I went to lunch at Hogwarts. Happy Christmas, Dora."

"Hmmph." She stood and headed out into the lightly falling snow. "Honestly, you could say, 'Well, I do love spending Christmas with my old friends instead.'"

"Oh, right. Because you doubt that."

She stuck her tongue out and caught a snowflake on it. Remus grinned and stuck his own out, but all of the snow missed him.

Tonks laughed and scooped a handful of fresh snow from the fence at the edge of the garden, lightly flinging it at him. This became a half-hearted snowball fight, until Remus moved his arm wrong and winced. Tonks led him over to the little wrought iron bench and sat down beside him.

"Sorry," she said. "I always forget that you're sick."

"I'd rather not be. Can I pretend I'm not?"


He leaned back. Tonks watched the snowflakes settling into his hair, blending into the improbable streaks of white. She'd had a mad crush on him as a child, and she still thought this spoke well of her taste in men, though it was good to have outgrown it, good to have him as a friend.

"The Wolfsbane potion is amazing," he said. "I'm still a bit weak and ill, but I can often think right through the whole thing. And it does kill some of the pain."

"That's good. I've read quite a lot about it in Potions Weekly. Not many know how to brew it. I wonder if old Snape would teach me, if I asked."

"Given his apparent love for teaching," Remus said dryly, "I'm sure he'd be happy to volunteer more time at it."

"Especially since he just adores me."

Remus shrugged. "I'm afraid you have me to thank for that. And Sirius, of course. Sirius wasn't kind to him. And I didn't stop him." His eyes grew distant. "I never stopped him. I never stopped him in time."

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olympe_maxime From: olympe_maxime Date: November 20th, 2006 03:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
If you're still taking requests - SIRIUS FIC! :) And since you've got 5th year nicely covered in Shades, could you do something with him during GoF?

The rest of what you've written is brilliant, though. I especially like the Anna-Alan one. I wish the WW let one make an exception in the Statute of Secrecy in the case of such lovely friends...
olympe_maxime From: olympe_maxime Date: November 20th, 2006 03:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
*facepalm* Shifts. I meant Shifts. And of course exceptions are made to Statutes, not in them.

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lucathia_rykatu From: lucathia_rykatu Date: November 30th, 2006 07:48 am (UTC) (Link)
My favorites were the Anna + Alan one and the Sirius one. ♥
marissa_214 From: marissa_214 Date: November 30th, 2006 03:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
I loved ALL of these. Thanks for sharing them with us!
shiiki From: shiiki Date: December 1st, 2006 12:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Fern, you are a spectacular author! I've read all of the little drabbles, and I'm so in love with them. But then, I love everything you write. Thanks for sharing all your work!
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