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Written with Lyon. Mila's journal: owl

Who: Milena Dimtirov, Jascha Dimitrov & Ben Dunstan
What: Ben goes to Bulgaria, Mila throws a hissy fit. The two events are related, promise.
Where: Mila's family's shop, Rousse, Bulgaria
When: Winter, 2001
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; in progress

"I thought you said that Bulgaria wasn't that cold in winter," Ben murmured to the man near his side, hands tugging the scarf he'd wound 'round his neck higher so it covered the entire bottom half of his face. His words became muffled and almost inaudible halfway during the sentence and he glared weakly over at Jascha as he started to rub his hands against his arms, in an effort to generate heat of some kind. "All the books say it doesn't get that cold over here either."

His feet kicked at the snow lying on the ground, the white of it almost blinding against the dark of the surrounding area. Some of the buildings looked old, dilipidated, brick and wood crumbling but they were mostly hidden behind the area's newer buildings, their largely gaudy shop fronts making attempts to obscure the more dull, grey and lifeless areas behind them. There were signs in the windows of the shops, written in a language that looked nothing like English to him and Ben squinted slightly at them in an attempt to possibly try and piece together what the English equivalent might have been. Failing almost right away, he turned his head, mouth opening to ask Jascha a question when he saw the other man veering off to the left and stepping inside a shop door. Hurrying after him, Ben stepped inside to warmth and a smile crossed his face.

( And I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when... )

For regulation, written with Cozza, who played Fred (panthera_unica). Ben is located at obscenereality.

Who: Fred Holden & Ben Dunstan
What: Pork flavoured cheesecake and Fred going splat. Or planning to, anyway.
Where: Scamander Park, then a bakery,
When: July, 2006
Rating: R-ish for language.
Status: Closed; in progress

Fred was having a slow day. There wasn't actually anything for her to behead or dematerialise or bury alive or stake or rip from limb to limb to scatter. She'd only had one and he'd been in one of the cells downstairs so she hadn't even gotten to travel for it. It was an immense killjoy for her. The life of an executioner, how unglamorous. Most of her day had been spent with paperwork. Crime of the Executed. Species of the Executed. Time of execution. Method of execution. Number of unsuccessful attempts. Length of time to pass. Injuries inflicted upon the executed. Injuries inflicted upon executioner. Description of execution. Name of executioner. Date. Sign. Stamp. Repeat. It was going to do her head in. Tedium and Fred just didn't get on.

In a desperate need to get away from her desk, Fred went wandering about. Most of the doors were closed or the offices were empty with people in the labs or out in the field. One, however, was occupied and the door was cracked open. She grinned despite the jerky that was clasped between her teeth. Pushing the door open, Fred entered without invitation and perched herself on the edge of the unoccupied desk "Blow anyone up lately, Ben? I saw bits of a suspicious looking type outside and I thought, 'look, Ben's doing such a grand job at this explosion thing.'" Tearing her jerky she grinned at him.

( You have no idea how happy I am to see someone who knows what living is like. )

Who: Ben Dunstan and Stella McKerr
What: Shortly after Ben finds out his father’s allegiances, he and Stella talk.
Where: Dunstan household in Aldershot, Hampshire
When: summer after Ben’s fifth year, 1994
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; narrative; complete

“What’re you doing out here?”

The voice was soft and lilting, almost musical but with a harsh edge to it; the sound of the words broke the quiet of the night and the fog that was hanging around Ben, clouding his thoughts and making them jumbled. Blue eyes lifted from where they had been concentrated, looking but not really seeing the scrawled notes in front of him, and collided with Stella’s. His hands pushed at the papers on the desk, shuffling them and placing them in a perfect pile before he lifted them and fanned them in front of her face, watching as they caused her hair to shift slightly.

“Reading,” he said flatly. “Obviously.”

( Pinky promise )

Cross the street from your storefront cemetery, hear me hailing from inside and realise, I am the conscience clear, in pain or ecstasy, and we were all weaned my dear, upon the same fatigue, staring at the sun, (oh my own voice cannot save me now), standing in the sea (it's just one more breath), and then I go, your mouth is open wide, the lover is inside, and all the tumults done, collided with the sign, you're staring at the sun, you're standing in the sea, your body's over me, note the trees because the dirt is temporary, more to mine than fact face, name and monetary, beat the skin and let the, loose lips kiss you clean, quietly pour out like light, like light, like answering the sun, you're staring at the sun, you're standing in sea, your mouth is open wide, you're trying hard to breathe, the water's at your neck, there's lightening in your teeth, your body's over me, be what you will, and then throw down your life, oh it's a damn fine game ( and we can play all night )

Who: Neville Longbottom, multiple Muggle NPCs
What: A flight to Neverland. Nah, I jest. Neville is kidnapped.
Where: Helford Creek, Helford, England.
When: 20th February, early evening
Rating: R for language, violence
Status: Closed; narrative; complete

( And to a lesser degree, I can recall breathing easy, but the deficit rolls, built up I suppose... )

( If you can't run to save yourself, then you deserve to be had... )

( Let it all go... )

This would be posted in a journal but...I'm so lazy.

( Don't let the sun be the one, to change you baby, I wanna learn how to lie... )

Who: Neville & Lorna Longbottom
What: Neville and Lorna share a moment.
Where: Longbottom household, Abergavenny, Wales.
When: late March, 2001
Rating: PG-13.

( Into the fountain and up from the grave.... )

I should stop writing drabbles to distract me from my homework. It's really not healthy.

( Ice age coming, ice age coming... )

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( Whistle along if you're not immortal... )

This comes because I need a reference more than anything, an explanation to keep me on track, I suppose. So, yes. Prepare for rambling and notes that actually may not make a lot of sense if your name isn’t Elizabeth (er, Lennox-Rose),

( Quite a bit of rambling to keep me right. )

Who: Lorna Longbottom and Anna Louise Stewart, her mother.
What: Mother and daughter share a confidence and Anna makes a promise she can’t hold to.
Where: Longbottom household in Abergavenny, Wales.
When: December, 2000
Status: Closed; narrative; complete

( Running on empty, bourbon and God... )

Who: Neville & Matthias Longbottom
What: In the aftermath of an attack, Neville and Matt flee from Cardiff for their own safety. A snippet of their journey back to Abergavenny.
Where: The Welsh countryside
When: late August, 2003
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; narrative; complete

( And they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight... )

Who: Neville & Lorna Longbottom.
What: Lorna confronts Neville. An argument of sorts ensues.
Where: The Longbottom household in Abergavenny, Wales
When: 17th January, 2000
Rating: R for language and angst.
Status: Closed; narrative; complete
Notes: I’ve a bit of an obsession with writing narratives for my characters. There’s really no need to read this, it’s just back-story and, well, I figure if I write them and they don’t suck really badly like some of those sitting on my HD I may as well post them. So…er. Yes. 'Tis quite short.

( But now you make me feel so ashamed because I've only got two hands... )

Who: Elian Summerby and a number of others.
What: A number of reasons Eli hates Patrol.
Where: Out and about in London, England.
When: Various times in the war, 2002
Rating: R for violence, language and dog chods.
Notes: I write drabbles when I’m bored and I really wasn’t going to post this because it is written in bad fanfic form but Cai encouraged it. And Cai’s encouraging is hard to resist, ya know. Also, this is very disjointed and ends abruptly. But the other ones are soooo bad so yeah.

( All men have secrets and here is mine so let it be known... )

I need to write a complete narrative for Luce and post it. Seriously.

Anyway, snippet just because Julia interests me.

Who: Lucy Tonks & Julia Hallinan
What: Julia's reaction to Luce's occupation
Where: Luce's kitchen.
When: sometime in 2000
Rating: PG. Luce swears a grand total of once. Be shocked, y'all. Be shocked.
Status: Closed; narrative; complete
Notes: This is just a result of Ruth having free time at work and no one to hassle via e-mail.

"I think you're insane," Julia said simply. "Completely and utterly barking."

Massaging her temple, Luce glanced over at her older sister, scowling at the brunette as she snapped, "I am not barking. Dogs bark and I'm not a bloody dog."

( All the people think I'm going too slow, and they smiled at me as they passed... )

( Playlist )

Recently completed. God knows when this will be posted. Cut for death, given it's not that long. And who knows who will stumble across this and be offended?

( She closed her eyes, listening as the body hit, tumbled, rolled... and then she walked down after her, feet still silent. )

I have great love for the person who wrote this with me. Love. Freaking. Hit women.

( Music )

Narrative for Harry--background. Also known as Beth was extremely bored in work.

Porter is not allowed to take off sick and then not leave things for me. Is not.

( Didn't I tell you a cold November'd come... )