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The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.
~ George Bernard Shaw
Sunday, April 22nd ~ Early Morning

It wasn't a nightmare, but it was close enough. When Harry woke and turned his head to look at his wife who was sleeping quite peacefully, he knew. It was going to be a not good day judging from the anxiety trying to worm its way out of the pit of what could be called a stomach. Taking a deep breath, Harry forced himself to climb quietly out of bed and not pull Daphne's sleeping form close to reassure himself she and the baby were both alright. Stopping only long enough to pull on some sweats, socks and trainers, he headed out to the workshop.

Dobby went away with drooping earsCollapse )
Every time I close the door on reality,
it comes in through the windows.

Tuesday, March 27th ~ Morning

As Harry sat looking across his desk at Doris - who was droning on and on about things that supposedly needed his immediate attention - he was having a pleasant little daydream about being at home, in bed with his wife. Until his elbow - which had been used to support his head - fell asleep and threatened to collapse. He blinked his eyes, straightened up and shook his arm awake off to the side.


Another piece of paper was laid on top of the stack she'd already placed on the desk top and her mouth kept moving.


And yet another one joined it and the words were flowing faster than he could keep up with.

What's an elf to do?

Wednesday, March 14th ~ Late Morning

Dobby had long since cleaned up the room where the reception had been and the guests had all left the night before. Winky had insisted on going back to Draco's flat and that left Dobby at loose ends, therefore, he'd been skulking around the hallway outside their bedroom for nearly four hours, hoping one of them would holler his name. Miss Daphne's mother had sent a package for her several hours ago and Dobby was afraid she really needed it.

Mr. Harry Potter is always awake long before now.

But that was before dearly beloveds.
To celebrate the joining of Harry James Potter and Daphne Diane Greengrass in the bonds of matrimony.

Tuesday, March 13th ~ Early Evening

Hedwig had nearly flown herself into exhaustion, but each of the handful of invitations had made it to their intended recipients in record time.

The ceremony was small and quick. The bride wore the same robes her mother had been married in, the groom a suit. Their friends had gathered in the window room over looking the lake, and Severus Snape gave the bride away.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Tuesday, March 13th ~ Late Afternoon

When the package arrived, Severus almost didn't bother opening it. There was work to be done at the shoppe, and he needed to get back. The letter that had been attached slid to the floor when he tossed the entire thing onto one of the kitchen cabinets, and it was only as he bet over to pick it up and saw the return address from a solicitor in London.

The letter was an apology for not sending the package last week. The package revealed a journal which only made his confusion grow.

That confusion quickly turned into horror as Severus read the last entry.

Event of my death - therefore - I'm dead... That couldn't be possible, he'd just seen Potter a few hours ago and these idiot solicitors were claiming they were supposed to have sent the journal a week ago... Unless they had managed to screw up even more and sent the thing early?

What if Potter was planning to do the deed that very night?

He rushed to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of powder, calling out for Mrs. Crockford at the Phoenix.

"I need to speak with Potter!"
Sleight of hand and twist of Fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

Sunday, March 11 ~ Afternoon

Sundays were the worst. Before they'd always been the best and in order to keep himself in that calm, peaceful little spot he'd managed to locate, Harry had Dobby find anything that wasn't quite right around Glen Hollow that he could work on. He'd gone from redoing several bent roofing nails to cleaning out the gutters. That had been a major undertaking on its own since he'd chosen to do it the Muggle way. They were clean, he was hungry and according to Dobby - it was time to eat.

Striding into the kitchen, Harry smiled at the elf before starting to wash his hands.

"I really appreciate your changing your day off, what's on the list after lunch?"
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

Monday, March 5th ~ Morning

Draco had hung around Sunday long enough to play some pool and test fly the new broom Harry'd ordered from Ron. After they'd both recovered from the previous nights drinking binge that left Harry a little uncertain how he got to bed, it had been a good day all in all. He'd still had his boxers on so he suspected Dobby had probably been required to assist both him and Draco to their rooms when the night was over.

While he was glad to have had the chance to share one last evening with Draco and booze, Daphne's absence on 'their' day still left a hole begging to be filled.Collapse )
If this relationship thing is going to work, then it goes both ways.
You have to tell me why we're committing a felony before we do it.
Not that that's going to stop us, but at least I'll have all the facts, okay?
- Gilmore Girls
Saturday, March 3rd ~ Evening

Draco stood in his foyer, preparing to apparate to Glen Hollow for dinner - and not entirely sure that he should. The expected note saying something along the lines about 'how drunk he had been and what the hell had they done because he didn't recall a thing' had never come. Or one saying 'whoops' or any variation thereof that Draco had been anticipating.

It was decidedly...Collapse )
So wake up, young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch but touch monkeys
All that blood, gonna swallow you whole
Friday, February 9 • Afternoon

For the first time in days of dreaming, something from outside penetrated his consciousness as a bitter, cold liquid trickled down Lupin's throat. The noise and fury of the snarling battle between man and beast slowly began to ebb.

Sensations filtered through the fog — a blanket, the dryness of his mouth, the feeling of eyes watching him.Collapse )
Another perfectly normal Sunday
Sunday, December 10th ~*~ Late Afternoon

Daphne was stretched out on the couch in front of the telly; Harry's head on a pillow in her lap as they watched a movie. Her fingers slid through his hair gently, brushing against his ear every once in awhile. The week had been hectic with all the shoppers stopping in for a bite to eat as they prepared for the holidays and it was so nice to be able to just relax and veg without a care in the world.

Her head tilted back, eye lids growing heavy as thoughts of an afternoon nap began to stir. Daphne shifted slightly to cuddle into the couch and froze at the unexpected sight of Dobby standing in the doorway wringing his hands.

"We've got company," she whispered to Harry. Best not to startle the insane eccentric elf.
Show me someone who never gossips,
and I'll show you someone who
isn't interested in people.
~Barbara Walters

Sunday, July 30th ~ Afternoon

"...such varied and interesting uses for the common rutabaga. I know I'll be giving some of them a try when I get home."

"Don't even think about it, Rita."

"Spoilsport. I'll make it worth your while, Anchorman."

"One final bit of trivia to share with my dear listeners today. Tomorrow is July thirty-first, twenty-six years ago tomorrow the Boy Who Lived to become one deliciously tasty hunk of man flesh was born. One would think that this bachelor - until someone puts a ring on his finger he's still fair game, maybe even after if I can get him drunk enough - and former man about town would have no end of parties to attend, all in his honor, but I haven't heard one peep. Damn it.

If you know where the Boy Wonder will be spending his birthday...Collapse )
Love, love is strange
Wednesday, May 17th -- Evening

Dobby was pleased that Winky had been able to visit during the middle of the week. Lately they had only been able to see each other on Sundays, the day the Great Harry Potter, Sir had given Dobby to spend anyway he chose.

But tonight was a special occasion. Tonight was Winky and Dobby's anniversary.

They were going to eat the dinner that Miss Daphne had made especially for them, and watch one of Winky's favorite movies (which Dobby wasn't terribly fond of - Winky got a funny look in her eyes when Mr. Johnny Castle was on the telly).

The soft pop of Apparation came from behind him and with a grin, Dobby turned around.

Strange Dreams and Stranger Reality
Sunday, January 22nd ~ Afternoon

Important images were fading and he couldn't hold onto them or their meanings. More than once Harry shifted in the strange bed and tried to wake up, but something wouldn't let him. A part of him knitted back together inside which allowed him to finally relax and fall deeply asleep.

Where are the birds? was the first groggy thought that crossed Harry's mind when he started to rouse. His eyes opened briefly and then flew open when he realized he wasn't in his own bedroom. Sitting up, the bedding slid down and he noticed that he still had his jeans on.

Ah, I'm in Draco's spare bedroom.

When the hell did I go to Draco's?Collapse )
The Price of a Free Meal
Saturday, November 26 ~ Evening

"Potter you bastard! Get out here!" Scowling, Draco watched the white glob slide down his arm and onto Potter's hard wood floor. Hmmph. He can clean it up. His fault anyway. Catching his reflection in the mirror he was grateful for Harry's affinity for Muggle things. If the sight of himself covered in whipped topping made him shriek, a laughing mirror would have resulted in copious amounts of damage.

"Damn it where are you? I opened the bloody can - like you said - and the thing exploded! Refrigerator is filthy!"
Another Date Outing with a Friend
Sunday, November 13th ~*~ Evening

Daphne wiped her mouth with her napkin, still laughing at the amusing story Harry had shared. Going out to eat was a rare treat for her and when Harry had suggested a trip to Muggle London for Chinese she'd jumped at the opportunity.

"That was delicious. Thank you." She tilted her head and smiled. "All that's left is the fortune cookie."

Daphne reached for one and handed it to him. "You first."
"Let Me Tell You 'bout The Birds And The Bees And The Flowers And The Trees..."
Saturday, November 12th ~ Afternoon

After Draco left, Harry spent the remainder of the morning making sure that the gutters and drain spouts on the outside of the house were clear of any leaves that had fallen. Smirking to himself, as his wand lifted and pulled the garbage from the depths, Harry could image the Ferret screaming about how undignified it was for a wizard to do manual labor - even if it did involve using a wand.

After going back inside the house and putting his broom away, Harry realized he was getting hungry. He really didn't expect Draco to return for lunch, but with him - you never knew for sure. Walking into the kitchen, he glanced in Dobby's direction.

"Hey, Dobby? What's for lunch? I don't know if Draco will be back or not, but it would probably be good to have enough on hand in case he shows."
A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.
~ Franz Kafka ~
Sunday, November 6th ~ Late Afternoon

Glancing out over the small lake, Harry squinted at something that had broken the surface of the water.

"Maybe I should see about getting a squid, what do you think?" Harry asked as he leaned back on his elbows, glad that they'd used warming charms instead of trying to have a picnic while wearing bulky clothing.