"Grain-fed, definitely," Wilhelmina agreed. "Barnstable's UniCorn Chow, if I'm not mistaken." *Snerk.* You clever little Gremlin, you.
As she spoke, she energetically brushed at the dirt that she'd left on Wilhelmina's face. "Oh, dear, I'm afraid I've made it worse," she said finally, screwing up her own face comically. And Wilhelmina's 'never hurt' comment. Teeheehee, how much do I love them? And both of them together in a story? Like, together together? Well, that much I can't express.
(You get ten extra marks just for 'loam-encrusted', too.)
"Saw you come into the Ministry Christmas gala with Screechsnap seeds on your sleeve and a smudge of dragon dung on the tip of your nose, and I thought, there's a girl I want to meet." Dawwwwwr I can just picture that!
"So it was love at first sniff?" asked Pomona, sliding her arms around Wilhelmina and resting her chin on the broad shoulder. This goes down as a very happy image in my books.
Will replaced the lid on her pot, cut the flame on the stove, and covered the stew with a stasis charm; if she had her way, dinner was going to be a while. *Grins.* Well put. And there's another useful charm I'd love to have. (Also, perfect to the 'short people represent!' with some action up on the toes.)
Pomona's eyes twinkled. "You're right, Detective Grubbly-Plank. What else?" Ahahaha. I am quite the fan of this game! And 'Detective Grubbly-Plank' without question.
Those vines know good tits when they see them. That may explain Pomona's fondness for them.
"And about the tits," said Will firmly. "Let me demonstrate." I can see why Grubbly-Plank makes quite the teacher: she understands the advantages of auditory, visual, and kinaesthetic learning together.
"No, no. You must stay totally still while the reading is going on. Don't move a muscle." G-P seems skilled at this 'reading' business; perhaps she should teach Divinations, too. She Sees more than Sybil does...
"And then you sat on the wet trays?" *Giggles.*
I love your body-positive writing here. Many of the HP characters I seem to read most frequently--Minerva, Rolanda, Severus--are quite skinny, which is lovely in its own rite, but it's wonderful to read a work that appreciates a different form. And boots. Boot appreciation is always, er, appreciated in turn. By me. As a rule.
Will growled deep in her throat. "I love when you talk dirt to me." Perfeccccct!
"Get down and dirty?" And isn't that paragraph just the perfect end. Pomona held out pretty well with the dirt talk, I say!
Ah, and then you throw in the stone-butch touch! Gorgeous.
"So why don't you go and wash up? Don't look now, but you've got snargaluff dirt on your nose." Ahahaha just right!
This is the first out-and-out story I've ever read on what may be the closest thing to my HP OTP (as a polyamorous non-strict-shipper it's a bit hard to have OTPs) and I LOVED IT. Eeeeei. Dirt talk!! And dung talk, domesticated vs wild (totally important)! Detective Dirt Work! What a sexy game. Aaaah so lovely!
*Snerk.* You clever little Gremlin, you.
As she spoke, she energetically brushed at the dirt that she'd left on Wilhelmina's face. "Oh, dear, I'm afraid I've made it worse," she said finally, screwing up her own face comically.
And Wilhelmina's 'never hurt' comment. Teeheehee, how much do I love them? And both of them together in a story? Like, together together? Well, that much I can't express.
(You get ten extra marks just for 'loam-encrusted', too.)
"Saw you come into the Ministry Christmas gala with Screechsnap seeds on your sleeve and a smudge of dragon dung on the tip of your nose, and I thought, there's a girl I want to meet."
Dawwwwwr I can just picture that!
"So it was love at first sniff?" asked Pomona, sliding her arms around Wilhelmina and resting her chin on the broad shoulder.
This goes down as a very happy image in my books.
Will replaced the lid on her pot, cut the flame on the stove, and covered the stew with a stasis charm; if she had her way, dinner was going to be a while.
*Grins.* Well put. And there's another useful charm I'd love to have. (Also, perfect to the 'short people represent!' with some action up on the toes.)
Pomona's eyes twinkled. "You're right, Detective Grubbly-Plank. What else?"
Ahahaha. I am quite the fan of this game! And 'Detective Grubbly-Plank' without question.
Those vines know good tits when they see them.
That may explain Pomona's fondness for them.
"And about the tits," said Will firmly. "Let me demonstrate."
I can see why Grubbly-Plank makes quite the teacher: she understands the advantages of auditory, visual, and kinaesthetic learning together.
"No, no. You must stay totally still while the reading is going on. Don't move a muscle."
G-P seems skilled at this 'reading' business; perhaps she should teach Divinations, too. She Sees more than Sybil does...
"And then you sat on the wet trays?"
*Giggles.*
I love your body-positive writing here. Many of the HP characters I seem to read most frequently--Minerva, Rolanda, Severus--are quite skinny, which is lovely in its own rite, but it's wonderful to read a work that appreciates a different form. And boots. Boot appreciation is always, er, appreciated in turn. By me. As a rule.
Will growled deep in her throat. "I love when you talk dirt to me."
Perfeccccct!
"Get down and dirty?"
And isn't that paragraph just the perfect end. Pomona held out pretty well with the dirt talk, I say!
Ah, and then you throw in the stone-butch touch! Gorgeous.
"So why don't you go and wash up? Don't look now, but you've got snargaluff dirt on your nose."
Ahahaha just right!
This is the first out-and-out story I've ever read on what may be the closest thing to my HP OTP (as a polyamorous non-strict-shipper it's a bit hard to have OTPs) and I LOVED IT. Eeeeei. Dirt talk!! And dung talk, domesticated vs wild (totally important)! Detective Dirt Work! What a sexy game. Aaaah so lovely!
This is that feeling of dreams coming true. :D