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Friday, February 21, 2003
12:19 a.m.
np: Queen Love of My Life
It's not really funny anymore, I know, but I'm bored, and this makes for an amusing distraction. For me at least. XD
but that joke isn't funny anymore- snippet 2
Eriol lifted his gaze to meet Tomoyo’s eyes, his own eyes twinkling so brightly Spinel almost fled the room in a panic. Tomoyo returned his smile. Spinel noticed that they were still holding hands as they smiled for a good half an hour. His holiday was ruined. Spinel coughed politely as he turned his page and ignored both Eriol and Tomoyo. And now he was stuck playing babysitter to the scheming pair and their surveillance equipment. The injustice of the world was just too much for poor Spinel.
Tomoyo smiled at Spinel, scratching him that particularly sensitive spot behind his ears. He ignored her, pointedly staring at his book as if it were the only thing in the world worth acknowledging.
“You shouldn’t indulge him so, Tomoyo-san. We could have left him at home with Ruby Moon. I hear tonight is leather night. It would have been most,” Eriol paused, letting the silence drag out. “educational for Spinel Sun, ne?” Eriol snickered and Spinel glared at Eriol.
“Eriol-san, we shouldn’t bait Spinel-san. He’s been gracious enough to attend to my cameras while we go and meet up with Weasley-san. I wouldn't want to miss a moment of this first meeting.” Tomoyo said. Spinel sighed. The sparkling had begun.
“And Malfoy-kun!” Eriol began sparkling too, reaching his hands out to Tomoyo.
Tomoyo clasped his hand and Eriol spun his wand, allowing them to float off the rooftop and onto the street.
Spinel shook his head as he stared at the sparkling pair skip along in one monitor. In another monitor, he saw the thin pale snarling man. In another monitor, a young woman with flaming red hair peered suspiciously at the shadows. The last monitor showed a dark alleyway, empty for the moment. He pushed his book aside for now. He supposed he should watch the events as they unfolded.
Draco hated living so close to Muggle London, but it was the only way to ensure that he would be left alone. No one would suspect that Draco Malfoy would live so close to Muggles. He could barely stand it himself, but he did not live there for the company after all. And why they insisted upon using keys was beyond him. Passwords were much neater. But not an option if one couldn’t use magic. He sniffed loudly as he fumbled in his pocket for the wretched things. The squalor. The destitute state he was forced to live in. It was too much!
Ginny knew that living so close to Muggles was not a good idea. She knew the Wizarding World needed time to recover from Voldemort, yes, she would say his name, he was dead now, damnit. But she couldn’t help it, the rents were much cheaper. She sighed. It still felt a bit odd. Hermione was a dear and helped tremendously with settling in, but it still felt odd. Like someone was watching her. She spun around, whipping her wand out in spite of herself.
“Oi, watch where you’re sticking that thing,” the man said, swatting her wand away with one hand.
“Malfoy?” was the only thing Ginny could bring herself to say.
“I said I’m not answering anymore of your bloody questions. Wait, you’re a bloody Weasley. What are you doing here?”
The two gawked at each other, unable to process why a wizard and a witch would be in such a place. They would have said something had they not been attacked by a cloud of sparkles.
“Malfoy-kun,” said a rather serious looking young man. Well, he would have looked serious had he not been leering and sparkling.
“Weasley-san,” said a demure, pretty young woman. The sparkles only added to her modest beauty.
Draco and Ginny whimpered, moving closer to each other. A known evil, though evil, was superior to these strange…beings.
Eriol shrugged, conjuring up his wand. Draco and Ginny glared at each other now, suspecting foul play. Alas, our poor dears were unaware how narrow their scope was. Eriol blamed it on Albus, really. He was very much into free will and agency, which Eriol supposed was a nice concept, but how empowering was choice when made with blinders that blocked out such marvelous specimens as himself and Tomoyo-san?
The world at this point chose to become mercifully black for the poor wizard and witch.
Thursday, February 13, 2003
10:06 p.m.
np: Kouda Mariko Moment- Musicbox Version
I've finally written a bit for Conceit that is fit for human consumption. I have bits floating around that are just utter and complete shaite. This I think I might keep. So feast your eyes.
The silence was ripe, threatening to explode. Draco scratched his back with his wand. No, it was more like that irritating itch between your shoulder blades that taunted and tormented no matter how you twisted your body to reach it. He glared at the violently red head in front of him.
It was certainly nothing to warrant the vicious, violent sensation rising in his chest, closing his throat. Never mind that this was the third time this week she had ran into him. Each time, they had said nothing to each other. And why should he speak? It was her turn. He couldn’t be expected to go crawling to her for a response. It wasn’t that he minded waiting.
Her lack of response was simply uncanny. He was used to seeing her stumble and gawk and betray herself with her transparent face and easy blushes. Now she stared at him with opaque eyes, slowly twirling a lock of her hair. Once she had come up to him, seized his collar and kissed him until they were breathless, only to storm out the cupboard. Surely that was an affirmative response. But the next day, she had acted as if nothing had happened, and returned to her staring. Draco shuddered. He had aligned himself with a madwoman. Was it too late to rescind his offer without losing face? As if face mattered with a Weasley.
The sound of wood scuffing the floor brought Draco back. Ginny coughed and Draco raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms just so. He only hoped that his hair hadn’t been mussed.
“Well, Malfoy, I have come to a decision, I think,” Weasley said, picking at the folds of her robe.
Draco continued raising his eyebrow, striking his most urbane pose. He was not about to break the silence just yet. Impertinent brat, didn’t she realise that he had better things to do than to wait on her?
“You’re wretched and obnoxious and self-absorbed. But you’re not ugly and an alright kisser. So I agree to go along with your plan, as ludicrous as it is,” Ginny stared at the ground, unable to look him in the eye.
“I knew you couldn’t resist my superior charm and intellect. Your weak mind couldn’t help but submit to me,” Draco drawled, still scratching his back with his wand.
Ginny looked up and snorted. “Think what you will, Malfoy. It will only make it all the more sweeter when I stand, spitting on your grave.” She smiled and gave him a flippant wave with her hand.
Draco grabbed her wrist. “Not so fast, Weasley. We’ve so much planning to do. Think of all the rehearsing I need to do.”
“Because I’m so in love with you that I needn’t practice?”
“That’s not what I was thinking, Weasley, although I wouldn’t doubt it. I’m actually hoping if I spend enough time with you, your mooning abilities will simply rub off me. I admit I would prefer that I not learn how to pour pumpkin juice on myself. Rather distasteful habit, that.”
Draco swore he saw steam coming out of her ears. He laughed as he danced away from her kicking feet and dragged her onto his lap. Ginny began to beat his chest with her fists, but with each kiss, her blows grew slower and slower until her arms fell against his sides, her hands grasping his shirt. She was better when her mouth was otherwise occupied.
Monday, January 27, 2003
08:48 a.m.
Not to be outdone by harpy, I have started on something that is completely embarssing and it's slightly disturbing and per usual not coming out quite the way I expected, but so it goes. Tentatively titled.
but that joke isn't funny anymore- snippet 1
Draco Malfoy had the distinct feeling that he was being watched. He whipped his head around, glaring at the shadows before he crossed the street. Still aware of the unseen eyes on his back, he began whistling a jaunty tune and strolling down the street as if he hadn’t a care in the world. He had thought moving to London would allow him some rest. Perhaps he was wrong. Not that he had any right to complain, he supposed. He was lucky to even be alive. Still, he thought he had lost all of those busy bodies that insisted upon getting the scoop from Malfoy himself. Draco resisted the urge to draw his wand as he hurried down the street.
Ginny sighed as she thought of all the bills she had to pay while her stomach protested loudly for the food she could not afford. She wasn’t sure what had possessed her to move out of the Burrow. Her job at Gringotts was decent, mind you, but it certainly was not enough to pay for a flat in London. Ginny snorted. If you could call that hole in a wall a flat. But at the very least, Ginny would prove to her family that she was an adult, even if she ate beans on toast every night for the next ten years. Her stomach made a queer moaning sound. She gritted her teeth and stared straight ahead. Something glinted out of the corner of her eye. Again! That was the third time this week. You Know Who was deader than dead, thanks to Harry, but not all of the Dark Wizards were rounded up. Not that anyone would want her, but better safe than sorry. Ginny resisted the urge to draw her wand as she hurried down the street.
Tomoyo considered her pile of equipment while Eriol watched the street with a pair of binoculars. The light glinted off of them and a faintly red spot swirled in the dark. Eriol swore softly under his breath and Tomoyo smiled.
“Eriol-san, the full moon betrays us if we are not careful. There is no need to be hasty. We must wait for the right moment and not waste ourselves needlessly,” she whispered, raising a finger to her lips.
Eriol frowned and handed Tomoyo the binoculars.
“Tomoyo-san, if it were not for the fact that you were the loveliest and gentlest of all ladies, I would think you were telling me, I told you so.”
Tomoyo absently patted Eriol’s cheek as she adjusted the binoculars.
“Would I ever do such a thing, Hiiragizawa-kun? Thank you for keeping an eye on Weasley-san. Now, be a dear and keep tabs on Malfoy-kun. Timing is everything!”
Tomoyo gave Eriol a quick peck on his cheek before she gave him a little push away from her. Did she just pat his bottom? Eriol tried not to gawk as she went back to tinkering her strange equipment. The thought of both Malfoy and Tomoyo in one house was too much. Eriol tried not to leer too much as he went began setting up his scrying pool.
Spinel Sun yawned as he continued to flip through his book. He would have preferred to be inside the library in front of the fireplace on a night like this, but someone had to keep an eye on his master and Tomoyo-san. When Eriol had decided to open up the London house and invite Tomoyo to stay with him, Spinel had hoped that the two of them would cancel each other out. It wasn’t that Spinel minded Tomoyo-san. She had perfect manners and more importantly, she exhibited them in all her interactions with him. His master, however, was likely to come up with some ridiculous scheme that would require Spinel to tramp around like a dog, which was ludicrous, because he was clearly a cat, if he were anything at all. Normally Tomoyo would distract Eriol endlessly—it was rather like watching an exquisitely choreographed ballet.
Unfortunately, on the first day of what had promised to be a glorious holiday, both Eriol and Tomoyo happened to be reading a copy of the Daily Prophet. Though Spinel prided himself on his managerial duties, he rued the day he renewed Eriol’s subscription. Tomoyo and Eriol both attempted to grab the gossip section of paper and instead managed to only clasp the other’s hand. Spinel tried not to smirk as the two of them politely ignored this fact and stared at the paper as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
“Oi, poof, what are you looking at,” a thin, pale young man shouted at Eriol. Eriol pushed off his glasses and stared at the young man. The young man snarled before storming off the page.
A very freckled young woman with bright red hair blinked at Tomoyo before turning bright red and hiding behind a goblin. Tomoyo smiled and the girl turned even redder when she realised that someone two feet shorter than you makes for poor cover. Tomoyo’s smile grew wider. The girl scurried off the page.
Eriol lifted his gaze to meet Tomoyo’s eyes, his own eyes twinkling so brightly Spinel almost fled the room in a panic. Tomoyo returned his smile. Spinel noticed that they were still holding hands as they smiled for a good half an hour. His holiday was ruined.
I am not responsible
Monday, January 20, 2003
12:14 p.m.
It is true that I am still crippled and stressed out of my mind. Well, not really crippled, but finger still gets sore. I woke up the other night with such a brilliant idea of how Conceit ought to suss out. It's still lingering in my mind and if only I could remember!! But then I woke up to read
this. The things that get laid at my feet indeed!
Eriol: You know you can't be both indignant and <3-ful at once.
Jae: But I am~! harpy is both twisted and a doll. XD/^_^
So now not only am I trying to properly remember the rest of Conceit, I'm also batting off certain SPAWN that insist upon CRAZY THINGS.
Hatoko: It's not harpy's fault she forgot to write a companion piece featuring myself and mine nieces and nephews.
Jae: *glare* Surely I am not this bratty.
Voices: *polite silence*
Jae: *GLARE* No post-hogwarts, crossover of multiple series. I forbid it! The insanity. >_<
Hatoko: ^____^ I wub j00.