Lying amongst the tangled sheets of Neville’s room, as they’d discovered he had the larger bed, Percy played idly with the hair on Neville’s chest. *adores*
I love your descriptions of the market. Actually, I just love all your descriptions. They’re so vivid.
Percy pushed the shorter man’s hand away as if burned, and sputtered, “What are you doing?” Oh. *pouts* Oh, Percy.
Yay, wise!George!
“I’ve read enough of your writing over the years to suspect that a letter may be rather more formal than the tone you’re hoping for.” HA. Oh, Minerva. ♥
And he preferred his improvised collaboration either in the form of a classic jazz recording or when performed horizontally. *snort*
A well practiced series of anti-wrinkle charms, shrinking spells, and a quick pack bundled the lot neatly into his overnight bag. *jealous* God, I wish I could do magic.
“You’ve got peach on you.” *melts*
Hee, Verituserum!Percy is adorable.
Fuuuuuuck, he carries him to the bedroom? *swoons*
asldkfjaslkdfj Percy’s glasses! Neville saved them! I just fell for Neville So. Hard.
Oh, Mystery Author. Is it too soon to just say I love you?