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Tweak says, "Ding dong the witch is dead."

Regulus Black (vagueconspiracy) wrote in shards_of_time,
@ 2008-10-11 19:07:00

WHO: Gellert and Albus
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Wherever the wind takes us!
WHAT: Clearly I did not think this through.

Gellert was frustrated beyond all reason. The search for the Hallows had stalled, thanks to being catapulted into the future. All the trails had gone cold, he didn't even know where to begin to look for new information, and he was beginning to fear that it might be hopeless.

Obviously, it was vital that they return to their own time.

"Obviously," he said, pacing on the sidewalk in Hogsmeade, where they had come to enjoy the quaint village atmosphere because it was so crowded in the Ministry housing, "it is vital that we return to our own time."

Gellert paused and tapped a finger against his lips. He was wearing his jeans again, mostly because he could, and a rather fuzzy sweater that he feared made him look silly but which was quite warm. "But," he mused. "How to manage this. Perhaps! You should get a job in the Department of Mysteries."

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_bumblebee_
2008-10-21 10:04 pm UTC (link)

The apple shouldn't have surprised him, but it did and he blamed it mostly on being lost in his own thoughts when it fell, otherwise he could have flicked it away. He picked it up and considered tossing it back at Gellert but chances were it would veer terribly off course or fall entirely too short, so all he did was take a bite of it and shrug a thin shoulder at his friend's inquiry. "Something of the sort, but by all means then.. take your time as you've just given me a fine apple," he said lightly and pointedly turned back to the book.

He wasn't that transparent, was he? Somewhere in the back of his mind Albus recognized how ridiculous that thought was. He never doubted himself so he brushed away the concern like it was an irksome fly. But his blue eyes trailed back up, "I thought you wanted to read?" he asked, avoiding the term cuddle as best as he could just then. It was a queer term, after all.

Albus gave up on the pages rather quickly and tossed the book aside for later handling, he was far too distracted to focus clearly on it anyway. Not when his mind kept drifting around to Gellert and his damnable kiss. "Stop being a prat and come back down," he said warily, leaning back against the trunk of the tree.

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omg typos?

vagueconspiracy
2008-10-22 01:46 am UTC (link)

Gellert watched him like a hawk, plucking three more apples without looking, which made two for each of them; then, just to spite Albus for forcing him into the tree in the first place, he took his damn time examining the apples minutely for any sign of imperfection. He dropped them one by one after giving each a polish on his sweater.

"I thought you wanted to read," he called down when Albus put the book aside, giving him a wicked little grin. He couldn't be totally sure what had prompted that move, but one thing was certain: finally Albus was paying him more attention than the tome. Which was all he'd ever wanted, really.

Not that this would stop him from stealing it. Of course.

"And I'm not being a prat," he continued, slipping lithely down through the branches and hopping easily to the ground. "I'm doing what you wanted." He gave Albus a wide-eyed look. "Don't you want me to do what you want?"

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