January 20th, 2006

worried

Draco and Harry ~ Draco's Penthouse ~ Complete

How Much Do We Lose When We Fear To Lose Anything?
~ Howard J. Lancet ~
Friday, January 20th ~ Afternoon



Sleep was something that Harry hadn't managed to find the last couple of days without wearing himself out. It showed in his face, a deep tiredness that he hadn't experienced for a couple of years. The hair on his head, if possible, was wilder than ever since he had no patience in dealing with it at all since he'd had 'The Dream'. He still had no idea what if anything he would tell Daphne. All his energies and thoughts kept pulling him back to the questions that plagued him about Draco.

Knowing that the other man wasn't exactly a morning person, kept him away until the afternoon. Plus the possibility that Draco would have one of the 'pretty boy toys' in his bed. Harry felt a twinge just thinking about that.

Fuck. If there's someone there with him - I'll never get this out and I'll have to try another day.

Deciding he'd stalled long enough, Harry made himself knock on the door.
silhouette

Draco and Severus ~ Draco's Penthouse to Severus' Cottage ~ Complete

All men dream: but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
~ T. E. Lawrence ~
Friday, January 20th ~ Early Evening



Draco stood at the railing of his balcony, watching the sunset without actually taking it in. He turned at the sound of a crash, unconcerned as he watched the night wind whip through the open doors and back through the wreckage of his lab, scattering papers in its wake. As one of the sheets blew over his head, he turned back to the railing, watched it flutter and finally fall into the dirty snow so far below.

He was fairly sure that he should be feeling something - he certainly had earlier as he took his anger and disappointment out on the breakables within reach - but all he felt was numb. Frowning as his hand slipped on the railing he noticed a thin trickle of blood, turning it over to discover a small cut on his hand. Huh. When did that happen? I should clean it. It was only years of lectures about safety around ingredients that prompted him to move indoors.

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pensive

Remus and Izabel ~ Hogwarts ~ Complete

A Life Lived In Fear Is A Life Half Lived.
~ Spanish Proverb ~
Friday, January 20th ~ Early Evening.



Izabel had felt the trickle of fear run down her spine when Minerva relayed what Vera and Roger had reported. She'd remained still in her seat and tried to act as though it only affected her as much as the others. During dinner, she chatted and talked as normal, eating what she could while moving the rest around her plate.

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