Day 11 On the eleventh day of christmas, my wet love sent to me Eleven rainy days
Famous Five by Enid Blyton PG With acknowledgements to Dr Seuss
The sun did not shine It was too wet to play So we sat in the house All that cold cold wet day.
We sat there with Timmy We sat there, we five And we said “We need mysteries To keep us alive.”
Too cold to go camping Too wet to catch thieves. So we sat in the house And we watched the dead leaves.
And then… nothing else happened If truth must be told. We sat there and sat there And grew grey and old.
Then our author came in And said “How was your day? Did you have big adventures?” Well, what could we say?
What should we tell her? What should we do? Wouldn’t you do as we did If your author asked you?
Ballet Shoes Dr Smith/Dr Jakes PG 134 words
It had taken them a long time to find somewhere to live. Too many people didn’t like the thought of having a couple of women move in. They asked for separate rooms, but the truth was too evident: they were not separate but together. Queer. Perverted.
When Sylvia Brown agreed to allow them to rent rooms, Elle couldn’t believe it to begin with.
“Do you think she understands?”
Dr Smith had shrugged.
“Maybe. Maybe not. We’ve got to live somewhere, Elle.”
Dr Jakes had nodded.
“I know. But…”
“We are what we are, Elle. And don’t you dare let anyone make you ashamed.”
It was a rainy day when they moved in, but although Sylvia must have realised the truth at some point, she never made – never tried to make – either woman feel ashamed.
Malory Towers Clarissa/Bill PG 111 words
“Is this supposed to happen?”
Bill looked shocked, worried and ecstatic all at once. Clarissa, her auburn hair waving around her face, her usually pale cheeks flushed pink, laughed breathlessly.
“I’m not sure. Do you mind, Bill?”
“Mind?” Bill was still holding Clarissa’s hand as though she would never let it go. Her lips still tingled from Clarissa’s kiss. “No! I mean – oh, Clarissa!”
For once, both of them had forgotten the horses, who were standing patiently at the back of the deserted barn, manes dripping with water just like the two girls.
Clarissa smiled.
“I’m glad we had to take shelter from the rain,” she said; and kissed Bill again.
Harry Potter Remus/Severus PG
It was raining. The least surprising thing that had happened to Remus all day. It always did rain on Remus. He knocked on the door and wished that Severus had built a porch on his house as he felt the large droplets slip down the back of his neck, soaking him from the inside out.
And after the journey, after all, Severus was out.
That figured, too.
Harry Potter Hermione/Luna PG 78 words
“Of course, the reason it’s been raining so long,” Luna said dreamily as she watched the water course down the window pane, “is because the Lesser Humblewinger has started its century’s hibernation.”
Hermione rolled onto her right side and looked severely at the other woman.
“You do talk a lot of nonsense,” she said.
Luna smiled and kissed her.
“And you talk far too much sense.”
Hermione laughed. After all, for once Luna might just have a point.
Harry Potter Neville, Alice G 100 words
“He’s dead, mother. Dead and gone.”
Neville knew it was pointless. Even with the Death Eaters rounded up and jailed; even with Voldemort gone forever; Alice’s brain would never function as it once had.
Puzzled eyes looked at him above a timid smile. Slowly, laboriously, she wrote a few words, then gave the son she had forgotten was hers a pile of sweet wrappers. Neville pressed her hand.
When he had left, he scanned the paper that his mother had written on. “sAve THEse foR a RaiNy daY.”. He looked up at the sky and saw the first raindrops fall.
Harry Potter Dean/Seamus PG 46 words
“Seamus,” said Dean sleepily, “if you’re going to fart, I don’t want you in my bed. Go outside. I don’t like it when my bed stinks.”
“It’s raining out there!” Seamus objected.
“Huh. Don’t fart, then,” Dean said; and rolled over to go back to sleep.
GIFT FOR ldybastet Harry Potter Lucius/Severus PG 279 words
“I never realised you were such a music lover, Severus.”
Severus turned sharply at the sound of the well known voice. The interval had been signalled five minutes ago by the dropping of the curtains, but Severus had been lost in the magic and mystery of Chopin’s Preludes, even as his fellows got to their feet around him. And now here was Lucius, sliding into the seat beside him, clothes and hair wet from the rain that was pouring down outside, yet still managing to look as immaculate as ever.
“Lucius.” The tone was cool. “An unexpected… Well, let us just say that this meeting was unexpected.”
“You are still angry.”
“Well diagnosed” - sarcastically.
“You think I demean myself by kneeling to the Dark Lord.”
“Your perspicuity knows no bounds.”
“Severus, listen.” Lucius’s voice was urgent. “I have to think of my family. Do you really think that that Muggle-loving fool Albus could protect us? Look how he’s ‘protected’ the Prewetts – two dead, and counting. I can not risk it. Not with Narcissa in her state of health.”
Severus raised his eyebrows.
“So she’s with child now? My, you have been busy.”
“Severus…”
“No, you are right. Perhaps if I’d had that sort of family, I would feel the same. Unfortunately, the only man I’ve loved married elsewhere for the sake of his good name.”
Lucius nodded sadly and made to leave. With a sudden gesture, Severus touched his arm.
“Well?” asked Lucius resignedly.
Severus sagged suddenly in the chair.
“I…”
“Yes?”
“I love you still,” Severus said stiffly.
Perhaps the breach was not mended, but the first signs of a bridge stretched out between the two men.
Harry Potter Arthur/Molly U 59 words
“It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring…”
Arthur Weasley sat up in bed and looked around severely at Bill, Charlie and the just-toddling Percy.
“Who are you calling an old man?” he demanded; and making growling noises he leapt out of bed and chased them into the kitchen.
“Happy Christmas, Molly,” he said, and kissed his wife.
Harry Potter Luna/Ginny PG 104 words
Ginny’s hair glinted like an open fire. Luna had never cared much for magical fires, saving her admiration for the simple magic of nature. Ginny’s hair reminded her of that which she loved. Just now, her curls were glistening with raindrops. Fire and water: opposing elements made harmonious by Ginny.
“A bit wet out here, isn’t it?” Ginny laughed. Then “What are you thinking about?”
Luna smiled, happy to let the rain trickle down her face like tears. Tears did not always have to be sad.
“I am thinking about you,” she said simply, and kissed her love as they stood in the rain.
Harry Potter Severus/Remus PG 188 words
I can see him through the window and I know what he is thinking. His life, like my own, filled with ‘if onlys’ and ‘might have beens’. His shoulders are hunched as he bends over the spade and digs the same piece of earth over and over. He could use magic: could, but won’t, for he is not digging for any purpose save to work off his own bleak mood.
It is a bleak season, Christmas, for those with sorrow.
I watch him as the rain begins to drizzle down around him. He seems unconscious of it. I think of calling him in, of pointing out the damp air, the foolishness of his everlasting digging, the risk of illness that he is running. But he would not thank me for it.
Instead I turn away, boil the kettle, make a drink.
“Remus,” I call.
He is disconcerted by my use of his forename. We have been on surname terms so long. He turns and looks at me. I beckon him over, and when he comes I give him a cup of hot tea.